What the hell is happening?
I plant the flowers, as I step in decay.
Just once,
just this once,
I want to see me live my life,
and have my way with you.
I can trust,
the words you speak,
if you walk away.
I can’t help but save myself,
from the wreckage,
of what I’ve become.
What the hell,
am I doing here?
All the words I say and go.
I’m loosing control,
but I’ll give it to you.
