Every time I look in the fridge and see no milk no bread.
I think of how things could be, if I would just let it be.
No babies crying no one here to talk to.
Just a place to lay my head.
I sometimes wonder if this life is right for me.

I feel like an outsider looking in.
My micro wave works more than my oven.
It would be a sin
To give up all that I have just for a little lovin.
So I walk alone and do not fear.


I am in control of all that I do
I just cannot seem to slow down.
Everyone makes sacrifices.
Including you.
I make mine with solitude and mind of sound.

So take my purse and paint my smile
Work will keep more than a little while.
Some are just not meant to share.
But that does not mean they don't care.