i lost my funny. I LOST MY FUNNY!

I want the fire back.

in this place
and this hour.

now what do i do?

i want to say things,
and i have to think,
hey wait,
no.
the old me would never say something like that.

now what do i do?

it was the one thing i would give anything to keep.
because if i had it,
it was as if i had everything else.

now what?

and i'm whining.
and i'm tired.
and i'm confused.
and i'm colourless.