I don't
know what I'm doing.
apparently
life I´m still be pursuing.
I have
something troubling in the pit of my gut.
and it
seems to be causing a rut.
and it
feels like troubles down there are a stewing.
that
bitter feeling I am a chewing.
and
although I am being rebuilt.
this
feeling seems to be guilt.
god caught
up with me and ordered me to get a life.
and that
sounded better than my original plan that ends with a knife.
and I
don't want to sound sappy.
but I
deserve to be happy.
and
although i didn't want to take apart of this life, i seem to have a regret
syndrome.
punishing
myself with the guilt of leaving home.
but i have
to see, it´s time to stop the flea.
i have to
do this for me, I deserve to be free.
