I don't want to seem so amused
But with hindsight, it's clear to see
That these broken memories
No one knows where it will lead
To find a way to reconcile
Is much a strain as to your demise
A clear path, waiting patiently
But this past has a hold on me
I thought I told you twice
It never worked out right
Spoil my certainty
And you will find no empathy
I thought I told you twice
It never worked out right
Spoil my certainty
And you will find no empathy
I recognize this minor scent
Now and then, as it paves it's stay
To seek a time and place
A wretched smile dives into me
To reveal what's held inside
Is much a strain as to your demise
Sheer rage starts to fill the void
Reaching out, living underneath
I thought I told you twice
It never worked out right
Spoil my certainty
And you will find no empathy
So don't seek for an opening
All clotted in the same regime
Don't follow what you want to think
This minor scent dreads to stray
Off it goes to find its home
"A waste of poor terms"
It's all it'll ever read
"A waste of poor terms"