And I’m jaded for life
Never given a chance
To hear out my side
Blind to what’s good
Always see what’s bad
Like a spot that stands out
In a sheet so white.
Is it so wrong to be wrong sometimes?
Is it such a sin to be careless for a while?
I’m sorry I’m not faultless
I’m sorry for being human
I’m sorry I’m not perfect like you
I’m sorry I never do anything good.
You make me regret I even lived
You make my life seem like a waste of time
What’s said can’t be taken back
What’s done is done
Got no voice, what’s the use of pretending
Can’t speak, can’t breath
Won’t speak, won’t breath now…
Oh wow. A week vacation from blogging here and I'm suddenly poetic. Is that a good sign?