It was the walk of shame
Because I was ashamed
Ashamed that I yet again didn't listen to the voice inside my head
Pointing out the very visible cliff I was about to fall off of
I guess that's because that's what I'm good at...
Picking up the pieces
Shattered hopes that were bloated
And sugar coated with to fit the fantasy.
See the pattern?
Turning me into some old shrew
Screwing up a chance at contentment
Left only with resentment, lack of fulfillment
And a lonely soul
A hole in my being
Seeking to be whole
Cue the song that makes me feel better or worse
As I search for my purse
And get on my way
Out of the way
It's a long ride home
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