hung drawn and quartered
those feelings of being torn
in four separate directions

when all i want is what i want
and all i can give is not much at all
when all i can do is disappoint
and all i can hear are your pats on the back

when i want to run
i can only crawl
when i feel like flying
i can only walk
when i want to be with you
im completely alone

the money is all gone
the options are few
the feelings weigh heavy
the shame is present
and the guilt...
remains