The Girl With A Brown Bag

Once again I failed

But just like last time

I’ll get rid of these too

Before you know they exist

And just like last time

It will hurt like hell.

Once again I failed

I shot myself in the foot

Or the head this time

Before I knew it once again

I broke my own heart

And once again it hurts like hell

I will and I can do this

Before this hole gets any deeper

The crying and the pain has to dull

At some point in this life

The worst part of all this

I don’t even know if it was worth it