It would be me
to take it all to far
making mistakes
I know too well
Simple lazy days
I stare at the ceiling in greif
my sigh last forever
and are always unknown to why
In my high
I'd bouce on the walls
and in my lows
I sink like an anchor
I put trust in a liar
disguised as an angel
I put trust in an angel
that is no more
now I lay in bed and reminise
I was used and disposed
now I move along
like we always do
on and on
to another mistake
forever scorned and scared.