it's hard to understand those that don't think like you
all the words i utter are meant to ring true

there's a feeling that breeds in the pit of my gut
it sickens and stirs and it digs deep a rut

i'm trying to fill holes that are constantly growing
allowing a crawl space without daylight showing

trying to make meaning of withdrawal and hush
of distance and shunning, of thorns in the brush

trial and error and lessons half learned
mistakes i'd remake if a love could be earned

but i sit pushed aside from every angle
one deep breath away from a successful strangle

tired and tried and left hoping for more
as one slams behind, I reach for the next door