From the bottom of my throat
I'm sorry
To those I've neglected to care after
Those I've insulted
Those I've felt obscene about
There is no roof over tomorrow
For some no walls
Or foundation
The net will never be there
But thread by thread they'll hold u up
Who carried who?
Over the sand?
It's me who carries the bypass
The hard days
Of beating ur sheets for air
I'm sure I couldn't live thru this
So who miscalculated
Does the ridicule not abuse u?
Does the well of wounds
Not swallow deep?