LYRIC FOR SALE

By Saraphir Camille

Someone out there knows
how you take your coffee now;
someone out there knows
if you now like white or red;
someone out there knows
if the same things make you frown,
if you still have the same two lines on your forehead.

Someone out there knows
if you still rant at awful drivers,
or if you learned to take breath
and simply let them be;
someone out there knows
if your temper still runs hot now;
someone out there feels it
but it’s no longer me.

I no longer know
and most days I am grateful;
I no longer know
but some days I’m still sad.
I no longer know
I stayed so long
when it was so wrong,
I guess the good things made it hard to go.

Someone out there knows
if the years have helped you mellow,
someone out there knows
if ageing helped you see;
someone out there knows
if you learnt to show your feelings,
or if you still can’t hold a hand
- but maybe that was just with me.

I no longer know
and most days I am grateful;
I no longer know
but some days I’m still sad.
I no longer know
I stayed so long
when it was so wrong,
I guess the good things made it hard to go.

Someone out there knows
if they might go the distance,
someone out there knows
if they might run like me;
someone out there’s waiting
to wake up and remember
that nothing in this life
is worth your loss of dignity.

For now I know
and most days I am grateful;
yes, now I know,
but some days I’m still sad;
but mostly cause I know
that it took too long
to see how much was wrong
the few good things made it hard to go.