We say three to every one,
Sometimes even four,
The more you put in the weaker the mix,
Like love shallows with numerous fancies.
Tell me of your woes today,
Have you found your sight get blurred?
Your lack of patience upset you,
Your better nature harder to find?
You sadden those around you,
Maybe they lose sight of who you hope to be,
Just deflecting from honest reality,
I never had a heart like stone,
I just got the mix wrong..
I fucked it up..
Now I suffer, because I wanted the best for everyone.
Comments
jennifer | June 25, 2008 - 09:34
Powerful line,
'Now I suffer, because I wanted the best for everyone'
I think the rest could be tightened up a bit with a re-write, but the sentiment expressed is so true.