So there I was reaching a hand out

and all you did was stomp on it

A swat in the face with a rolled up newspaper

would’ve been less brutal and unexpected

Drowning in my head

and you throw me an anchor

and all is supposedly well now?

Oh hell no it isn’t

I climbed free of the quicksand

no thanks to you

and I’m standing here now

just aching to make clear

how much you hurt me

when what I needed was a little help

from someone I trusted

If that’s what I get in return

for all that I put out there for you

then maybe it’s time we just walk away

now that I’m actually able to walk