noshimonoriku

Flip Of The Flop

Last week I had a place to go
Now here I sit I do not know
There were keys that opened doors
I used to wonder under floors
The needles buzzed and ink flowed
I felt this was the only way to grow
As time went on I found myself lost
A robot a tool maybe even a prop
Today my heart aches and my mind misses
Days ago my heart broke but I remember the hisses
I wish it went another way or not at all
but what's left to say when you're forced in the corner

pinned against a wall