stone cold sour, no alternative.
I can't make up my mind,
that's my prerogative.
Finding freedom within
but judging others as without.
You can keep trying
through your creeping fog of doubt.
But you'll only get what you want
if you really truly love me.
Can you love me?
Can you love me?
Axe is swung, silver arrow,
cutting through the straight and narrow.
Seeds are sewn when rage is blind.
Do you have to be the hurting kind?
Lo and behold, the grass is greener.
Blooming roses smelling sweeter.
The part of you you laid to waste
is fertilizing nowhere, no place.
