My roots are deep,
I couldn't move,
At night I can't sleep,
Because I fed my groove;
My quarter life wasted
To make everything right,
My problems are still bolted,
Now I don't have the strength to fight;
Wrong choice makes you wise
I found that's a lie,
Around you noone is nice
This one you can't deny;
Lost in the failure's whirl,
Don't want to try to come back,
I can find my lost pearl
Even in this pitch black;
Life is not always good,
Try to embrace your loss,
Our actions are always rude,
We will always end up in a cross;
©scarto
S