Sprinkles of water creeping down my face,
And I blame myself for needing space.
As the dwindle of tears become more,
I began to think in the pit of my core.
Why? Why do I blame everything on me?
Is all of this just my greed?
My greed for love and a way out,
My greed for something that makes me want to shout
It’s not greed that I have or love that I need,
It was a plead.
A plead for the innocence that was stripped from me.