among women, expressing our shared problem.
and a man walked in to pick up his girlfriend
she had brown hair like me and sadness in her eyes.
she said, "that's my rock" and put her arm inside his
and they left while we all watched in appreciation.
i still haven't found my rock,
for they all turn into putty
growing deep inside is my own rock
less trusting, colder, hardened with time
would want to feel soft and young again
but these things keep happening and i feel less and less
i remember laying beside someone
and he whispered in my ear that i could always turn to him
that he would always be here for me.
funny that he's nowhere to be found
i still haven't found my rock
'cause when they say they are, they're lying
feeling pain and feeling nothing are exactly the same
so which do i choose? with pain i have something to write about
the rock is my fist when i punch the wall
and feel my knuckles break
i remember staring at the sky and begging.
lend me a hand, i pleaded.
bring me a rock who will be there for me
and help me be the best person i am
i am my rock.
cold, incapable of feeling