Standing alone in the room

You were always a shrew

Personally, it’s getting better

Almost, I sent you a letter

Stating how I really felt

You were apart of the Bible Belt

You won’t throw that life you have

We do nothing expecting something

Meant to be thrown all around

Without some sort of sound

Climb for more progress

Slowly as the knife gives a sharpness

Don’t expect something less

Heart dying slow

Laughter echoed about the room