My (Third) Name In a Nutshell

As I stood there

Crying in the rain

I stopped and stared

At the sunset before me

My tears fell faster

As I remembered

The feel of his arms

Around me

And thought of how

Distant he’s been

Look

I’m sick and tired of all this shit and pretending

Look

I’m sick and tired of all the fairytale endings

Look

I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive like this

But look

What’s wrong?

Said the snake to the songbird.

What’s wrong, little songbird?

Why don’t you sing me a song?

You see,

Said the songbird to the snake.

You see, I’m tired of running away.