Do I give another chance, to one who never gives a single glance? Or do I say I’m over done. Move on before the insanity has even begun?
There was once hope, that things would be great. But that was before I knew my fate.
I took a chance and dived right in. Thinking that perhaps I could win. You set me back on my heels, and made me regret the things I feel.
So I backed away, and turned my head. Before misery made me wish I was dead.
Now the choice I happily make. One that I cannot escape. I hate the loneliness that I feel. But I found it’s the better deal

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