Chances

 

 

There are chances in life that we just shouldn't take
All those broken hearts and misled faith 
Times of confusion and utter dismay
When the drugs we take cease to ease the pain

Lying helpless and cold
Stale images
I think I’m growing old
I wish I could erase some of my worse mistakes

The world lies to me and leaves me cold and empty
I cry a lot
People think I’m crazy
When haft the time I don’t even know me

I yell his name
But it’s too late
Like myself
He can’t face his fate

My troubles and doubts are growing tall
I walk this line but often fall
I need a better story
A happy ending
A little security in a man

But I'll just end up getting drunk, smoke some
And feel like I’m ten feet tall
Then again I’m just bullshitting myself and others like me
Lost in a world of fear
Don’t disown me. 

 

 

 

 

 

by Amanda Burns

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved