It’s not the time,
it’s the way you make it,
and I’m not seeming to be effected,
by what you stake and claim and the mess you make,
I’m independent, you can’t shake that,
It doesn’t mean anything that matters most,
Or I hold close,
It’s easy enough to repair,
What’s not there anymore,
You might be too late,
You’ve lost your place since you left it,
Open for occupation,
I won’t retrace my steps to embrace you back,
No returning to fill what you’ve been lacking,
I don’t expect it,
I know how you see it,
I don’t care how you play it.