Patra Two

What might have been, is not always fair, for a life of ease, don't sing me the blues, you’re not that aware, to turn from virtue, blowing like steam, your nostrils flared, eyes a simple scream, tell me the truth, is my voice so slurred, who needs more proof, I drink on sad evenings, would you care, when I lay beat, look at me I seethe, is it my thin hair, do I need new teeth, can you love me, think you’ll dare, the way I aim to be, are you scared?