No house filled with luv to welcome me home.
My walls are glass so memories are irrelevant to gloat.
I'm in a bucket seat of bad decision left with my mind.
Roaming in n outta the patterns needing a change to get back to life.
Astray believing in others, self outright forgot he mattered.
As the image of luv has been purposely shattered.
There's no place mentally to go with the thoughts that dwell echoing to sound.
The constant reminder smothers any logic that may stand its ground.
Lost in a tin can with rubber wheels there's no help that I simply can't ask for.
Like a rose with its beauty poking a whole with its thorn.
Luv took the best if me so it thinks n rode the fuck out.
As it spoke softly as deceitful as it could whispering aches from its mouth.
Now plundering to find a way riding solo to my escape.
Seems a few yrs has come to pass as I blame me n it's great.
Knowing I shoulda walked away with my nuts in my hands grip.
Yet my heart couldn't bare their self inflicted pain callin for me to help them live.
As feet trampled my existence n stepped from the good I gave.
N now it's jus me remembering all the idiotic games.