Portrait In Private

Pour out to me, I wanna wade around your peace

Your apathy doesn't make you quite like me

I'll be the first to let you know how time takes it's toll

Clock hands have got me by the throat how I know you don't

You're made up of patience

Forgiveness wasted

I know how you go

In cycles so futile

Your spent soul

Spins so simple

The shame goes away

Away