Weslanda

For purely physical reasons
At night, I tear myself
Strictly unnecessary and boundless
Always bringing up his ugly side
I hope he forgives, comforts me, or leaves
If she will ever cut loose
I’ll make sure she loses all
But if I am mistaken
I hope he forgives, comforts me, and never leaves
I don’t need people
But I’m the kind who needs them around
Without them needing me
For purely physical reasons
I seem to always challenge myself
Attracted by the opposite, the idea of being lied to
Forming no expectations, maybe wishful thinking
Never knew you were this courageous
His threat eats me up inside
Like nothing I can recall
Oh, if I will collapse again
I hope he forgives, comforts me, and helps me
I don’t need people
But I’m the kind who needs them around
Without them needing me