What happens when Bill Withers is wrong?
When you want to be used up rather than neglected,
but the using up of you doesn't feel good.
Yet, still better than forgotten and not used all.
What happens when you feel like you found home,
and are no longer lost,
but still locked out?
Looking at the line where what you matter to them
short of what you are by universes
They see what they can take,
cause of what you have given,
but can only guess at the true treasure
to the detriment
of better than this.
Mr. Withers, I think you were lying.
Or maybe the truth is
is was what it felt like to be loved.
you didn't know the difference.