Failure of the bad
Passed the good
Now scared Dad
There’s lost passion
terrible reactions
even worse actions
cracked souls
Falling through big holes
the past behind me
but past you can see
knowing what it could be
wondering if it needs to be free
up ahead the road forks
left wrong right maybe strong
both paths are long
Is there a hill going up?
a slope going down?
Either one I may drown
Are my feet on the ground
in my head there’s a pound
what can be found
dirt on my hands
water in my head
is my soul dead
there’s the fork
should I turn around
go up the hill
maybe take a spill
correction doesn’t come in a pill
there’s a hole I can feel
what the fuck is my deal
tears of steel pulling me down
face hurts looking like a clown
who’s fault?
my damn fault
love can’t be store-bought
just climb the hill
I know it’s real
To late confusion is all I feel
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