You Wonder

 
I sit with regret,
drinking away the pain,

Trying to excape reality.
You keep me questioning

my love for you, how
i easily let you corrupt
my soul.

You wonder why i
think for a few,
because your
love is a bad fruite.

So rotten and confuse,
shots my brain without
even missing.

I go down, hitting the ground
hard. My blood sink
in the cracks,

that holds many things, like
trash and broken
glass.

You wonder why I don't
spend my last, I rather
repair it on my heart.

Because boy you
damage 95% of my promise.