Stains

I don't have time
No words left to rhyme
I don't have the vine
To swing myself back in time
When I was fearless

I don't have you
To push me up, to pull me through
I don't have hot feet
To make me run and meet you
When I was tearless

And I don't have you
Who made me see the bird on my tree
I don't have the heat
To raise myself from this seat and catch you
When I was flameless

And I don't have you
Who tricked me, took my place
Who made me cry
And run around in shame, to find you
When you were painless.