To stand my ground;
To stick my feet, deep,
Into the slushy mud, of our friendship;
I tried, to be just me.
And I failed, when you came around, I changed.
Like a portion that'd been brewed too long;
Hands that turned into pincers and hurt,
You and me.
Blood of yours that my pincers drew,
Blood like acid, burned me too.
I stepped away afraid,
Afraid to turn my back and leave;
I stayed and sunk into the murky mud,
Into the quicksand;
By my anchor of a heart,
That had fallen to my feet.