Why do I feel bad again?
I shouldn't be sad or miss a grin.
Doubt creeps in and doubt creeps out,
Skews the view from my cloud.
Troublemaker tempting fate,
Questioning the path I take,
Showing me the twists and turns,
The forks and points of no return.
I would hold my breath so long
To wash ashore where I belong.
Broken roses on the steps,
Like promises I never kept.
Promises I never made
But could have honored anyway.
Tied to years, slave to fears,
I will always hold you dear.
Tired, troubled but sincere,
Wishing... Fuck the rime.
Wishing I had a time
To wish you mine.
Every day I choose to spend the rest of my life with her
And every day I break the molds of lives and worlds.
I already miss the things that I will never know.
I will never know the things that i've already missed.
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