I hate starting new
Packing up all your things and moving to the next one
Another place
Another hell
There all the same to me
The current hell a bit more bearable
I know I have someone in this one
I'm not totally alone
But in the next one
I am alone
As if being one person away from alone was bad enough
The hell will I do in the next
Lets hope I don't find out
They say the grass is greener on the other side
But only if your not alone
And as much as I crave that green grass
I can tolerate the brown grass if so I'm not alone