Sour Grapes
What I ask is not impossible
What I ask is not impossible
A task easily fulfilled
It’s just the challenge I must face
Of climbing up that hill
You can’t imagine
It’s just the challenge I must face
Of climbing up that hill
You can’t imagine
What you’ve put me through
All that remains for now
All that remains for now
A bitter taste and purple hue
There is no one left here now
What am I supposed to do
Just sour grapes remain
That I am left here picking through
Not judging crops am I
That is not my way
I leave that up to you
That’s all I have to say
How I’ve grown weary
Since you’re plucked and gone away
There is no one left here now
What am I supposed to do
Just sour grapes remain
That I am left here picking through
Not judging crops am I
That is not my way
I leave that up to you
That’s all I have to say
How I’ve grown weary
Since you’re plucked and gone away
All that I am asking
Is for just another day
Why am I still standing here
Amongst these sour grapes
I didn’t ask for any of this
Why am I still standing here
Amongst these sour grapes
I didn’t ask for any of this
Amongst these round and
shifting shapes
So many reminders
Every day it leaves a trace
That hue on everyone
Every strange and purple face
You can’t imagine
What I’m going through
So many colors to select
Why this tinted shade of blue
Who picked these sour
grapes
Please pluck them one by
one
While they dry did they contemplate
Sitting in the sun
Brief harvest came along
Now coming to an end
How will it know to grow
Will it start from seed
but when
This trap I’m in that
intertwines
If only a dream I could
escape
Don’t let my soul get
wrapped in vines
Among these sour grapes
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