Guilt Trip

Can I
Withdraw
Myself
For once
Without the guilt trip?
Without the headache?
I used to want
To do the things that
We used to do
But I confess
I've lost interest
Is that a surprise to you
Weren't you sleeping too?
It's been fun
Now it's dumb
And I want
To go home
I don't belong here
It's worse than I feared
I used to want
To do the things
That we used to do
But I confess
I've lost interest
Is that a crime to you?
Will you demand justice too?
Now this broken form
Has become the norm
I used to want
To do the things
That we used to do
But I confess
I've lost interest
Is that a surprise to you?
I'm out of time
And over the line
And the fines are due
You're not impressed
I'm under duress
As I sign this line to you
May all of your dreams
Come true



Credits
Writer(s): Scott John Paris
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