This is me standing alone
Tied up to a tree.
This is me with two options
Only debating slowly.
I've got a knife in my pocket
And a whole lot of patience.
Pick and choose
But I won't let anyone choose for me.
If I set myself free
What will become of me?
If I stay bound
Who will stick around?
Will I be all alone?
Highly unlikely,
I've got a few who still stand by me.

Stayed home because of my body
It's telling me it's time to let go
And move on
But from what?
And to where?
What am I saying?
I should just go back to sleep
Or watch some tv.
But that would be a waste
Won't it?

My head is full of too many useless thoughts
I don't know how to deal with that.
Speak to me.
Let me know that I am still here
And so are you.
Mom said she saw you.
That beautiful kid I wasted my life on as a child
Only to get my head shoved down into the dirt
Because I slipped up
And hurt you
And you got your revenge on me.
I haven't changed
Have you?
Are you still the same old you?
With wise words
And heavy laughter?
Do you miss me?
I don't think I do,
I don't remember who I was.

I've wasted my time
Tying myself to this tree
To hold onto my memory.
I thought maybe
If I stayed put I would be happy
But I am a fool
That I know for sure,
I always have been.
A stubborn rope can't cut itself you know
But the stubborn child can
The question is, will she
Or won't she.

Will it make a difference,
Things won't change because they can't
Because I buried my feet into the ground too.
The rope just won't do.