If there`s even a noun for the word, I am sorry
I even hold contempt for myself
Even though I`ve done nothing wrong,
sometimes I struggle with even songs
If there`s a problem with breaking even, it`s when I know I`m being used,
even when I know...
If there`s even a phrase for the word, I don`t get it
On some days, I even lose the borrowed screws
Even then, I work, I grind, I rage, I inspire
I even broke a rule using a phrase, as a pun
It has a lot to do with the gears in the machine, even the ones who `break` out understand,
whenever they even can...
Time was taken, even the time that I planned to waste
Even the sun was rigged to be a deadfall
Soon I`ll be unrecognizable, even a joke for the discardable
I would hate to even this with blame and shame, there`s no point there
I can see it, I`m weary, I`m even a little scarred for bars
Nothing can help this problem, it`s a state of things, but even I don`t have to see it that way
Even as I say...
Through force of respect and a handful of breaks, I`m sure something`s going even
I`m not certain, but I can split the thick tangled grammar twisting me even
With effort, a focus, a form of support; even wisps, hearts, and sparks
Oh yes- some of my I`s are connecting to form a fine frame, wider even
Perfection isn`t my goal; even I don`t need to be perfect for a single soul, but at least...
...I haven`t broke even