two steps back yesterday
or maybe three steps forward
i still cannot tell
when will i stop being so angry i said
and she's moving on
and they've all moved on
still practicing the media of song
i was fucked up for so many years
still sometimes have a hard time seeing clear
but i'm getting there, out of the woods
to the open space where i can finally say
i was wrong
i made a mistake
but only then i know it is too late
the emotions are there
torn
spare
soft and mushy flesh
an open wound
i dare say i might end up hurting
i need an adult to hold me in place
i'm always in danger of flying off the handle
making a bad decision
driven by passion, liberation
no wonder you are scared
but it won't happen that way anymore
but i can't deny that which makes me smile
makes me happy
is ultimately a part of my life
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