Lifes Work

Beauty by design you play your roll and I play mine, those beady eyes once revered, now cast down Playing the part of who we are, each step wondering if we are different, if the other has changed Paying with our emotions as we have always done, this man is heavier than before… Thoughts of a moment, would you let a tear go, say thank you for being there, for being kind when I needed you But that was not your roll, the taker does not thank the giver… how sad Chasing me and my man down the stairs… for what? Only to let me know I was not caring enough for a taker such as you I wasn’t there when I left you, in my own house, with my dog, as I slept on the floor under an others roof… I was right when I said it… Good to go in the morning before she’s really awake… She’ll be too tired to be really mean And you were… I escaped through the gap left in your insults… I walked away… Our stage has been closed for now, your roll has been canceled as I continue to perform, giving everything away Giving until I’m empty and still never wanting to take, how strange that must be to you Not wanting, never asking. I know it’s not the best way to be But it is my beauty by design