I am an ugly baby swan,
sad and tired not someone to be around.
I am an old and bitter thing,
wishing and want something and I must make it known..
I am a fading former queen,
once in charge and once striding, autonomous, thinking.
Now I am as awkward as a teen,
am unskilled in things that change, but there's changes everyday...
things change .
I am scared of you and the ending of us,
I loved who we were, who I was and now....
I am scared of you and the ending of us .
I loved who we were. I loved who I was.
It's a buddhist hip tip this impermanence trip
but the light is blocked by the feeling of loss.
Instead of freedom, Instead of gain, instead of power, I feel...
rain on my head and wind down my neck , cold up my spine, constant losing of time.
I'm copping deuces everyday.
I'll bring you down in every way.
Because, you are better when I'm not around and
I am better when you're not around.
Finally, we both feel there is nothing to be done.
to be done.