Unfurreled and lose to the wind,
oh how i've sined.
Karama a bitch,
should have know there was a hitch.
As happy as I get,
there is always bad news followed by a fit.
Pain is the only comfort anymore,
nothing less, nothing more.
Reality a brick wall,
and I keep hitting it,
giving it my all.
Just once someone to count on would be nice,
though I supose that, that would be my one true Vice.
a mistake i've made more than thrice.
And am still paying the price
again and again i walk in to this trap,
why is it that i keep falling for the same crap.
Alone I sleep,
to myself I shall Keep.
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