I over think my desires.
When I'm sober, I'm a liar.
I just really want her and she knows it.
I have goals that I've been meaning to accomplish
(and I know that I'll never accomplish them!)
I have problems that I've failed to acknowledge.
(I'll keep repeating the same mistakes over again!)
I want out so I can let you in,
but my window of opportunity has just confined me.
I'm getting older, I'm getting wiser.
I see no point in trying, I'm getting tired.
I was a bad seed that was planted
and grew up to a bad apple that noone would eat
When bad apples don't get eaten they become rotten
and thrown away. I'm trash.
Adolescence, No bliss in ignorance.
Calm my nerves, ease the tension.
I will never learn my lesson.
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