I look pathetic
Lying on the floor
When all I want to do is run out the door
I can't move my legs
I can't stop the tears
My mind can only focus on fears
I need to be with him
Feel his arms around me
The idea only hurts
As I think about how he heavily flirts
With death

I look pathetic
As I stare out in space
Wanting to leave without a trace
My arms won't push me up
And I feel stuck
What's holding me back?
Maybe it's luck
His luck
Only then do I realize
It's not luck it's love
His love sent to me as a little black dove

I look pathetic
Lying on the floor
Wanting only to run out the door
But this little black dove
Filled with all his love
Weighs me down
And won't let me fly above