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