Yeah it’s my fault but can you feel my disgrace?
So I’m told it’s me, then it never becomes truth, all the while I stand here waiting and now that I’m done just contemplating I can’t see it no more.
Misery dashed with me at manic, down and dirty feeling panic why I had to destroy…why I could not just enjoy.
Really despise I have another regret, something else to use when my mind begins to fret.
So please God next time/someday can I be one and not zero? Can I find a place in this space to be their hero?
And I can’t help but feel the good things never born, why did someone so beautiful have to be full of thorns?