I'm in love with the idea of holding your hand
And the possibility of being your friend
But it's all in my head and it's only pretend
Because the only thing I seem to do is offend
You've seen how I bend and you've seen how I break
I'm not sure I can mend so I guess I will fake
I can no longer defend all of my mistakes
And the guilt that I Carry, I can't seem to shake
But I can't even try without fear of a stake
As you turn me to dust, this soul you've forsake
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