Mohn

Questions that I don't want to ask again

Coming into view

Right in front of all my fakest friends

There's nothing they won't do

For a reason to bite the feeding hand

Impolite, don't understand it, don't like

All of the madness, I try, but it's a process

And I don't like the losses I get

From all the patience I earn, from all the patients in

Here you go again, wasting, waiting, wanting more than you could