One day I'm a flower soaking up the light.
Next day darkly shaded, looking for a fight.
Bad information implanted, another time and place.
your constantly forgiving me for my fragile state of grace.
I cant believe most days, that you could love someone so screwed.
Hard to not feel less than, frightened of how much more will i put you through.
They all gave up to quickly, apparently I was much to wild.
I was their stupid pain in the ass, comforting words for a child.
I have never seen people be who they say they are.
I have seen a lot of empty words that never get that far.
Broken bottles filled up with accusations of the past.
Bitter words destroyed any happiness that could last.
Everything that matters
has always been shattered
mindless excuses
avoiding solutions
cannot escape this dark and lonely place.
forgive me for my fragile state of grace.
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