Learning from reasons of past pain.
Still feeling it like a fresh rain.
Lost in the cloudy fog of whats in my head.
Waking from another lovers bed.
Stuck in wondering why i do.
Always pondering my fear thats so true.
Loving you is a moral way to abuse.
Whats been giving me numerous ways to loose.
Already gone to through the blank stares.
Finding entraptment inside of nothing that cares.
Fool me into what and how.
Growing into what is the here and now.
Break the things that mean compassion.
Instead im turning to a primal fashion.
The one craved for so long.
Turning into things that are so wrong.