Climbing Vine

It's hard to feel sorry for you

Harder than coming up with an excuse

Some stars will just never align

Above empty home for the worm and climbing vine

But in my garden I planted a little bird

From nest to final resting place

Down here in the dirt

Where no one gets what they deserve

You built a straw man up

Just so you could watch him burn

And ended up the villain of your own sad tale

Who could feel happy for you?

When all you really want is for others to fail

To qualify the nothing you do