I sit here and ponder, why do I have all the gold and feel still, so damn blue.

I sit here and wonder, why he says he loves me, but I still hold it untrue.

I sit here and criticise myself, himself and everyone around for things that may or may not be.

I sit here and justify, my own thinking to me.

I stand there and think, about a million things and nothing at all..

I pace up and down, and not quite sure what for

I get up and leave and I do the same things as I've always done before.