An excuse?
That's what it would always be with the way I'm built, kind, cheating, nice, hating, loving, depressed, friendly, frienemy. I might never find the things I search for.
Its childish?
Its been a thing of old, the old Times were easier, almost never tried but now so much effort, I curl into this mood like it's candy off me, like it's a piece off of me, I have nothing to lose, jokes not on me!
It's personal?
It's not hard to trust but hard to be trusted, gullible basterd can't even differentiate the difference in a lie and truth, seen to much conflict peace is new, too long been fishing a catch is a new.
It's a journey?
Hop in this ride with me, there's no telling where we would go, but trust me enough to take you somewhere, I got the fuel of a life time, I have the love of a good crime your looks arrest me, I'd do that good time.
It's worrying?
Clueless of where to find a match, heartless to be hiding in rough site, sadness is something you could take me from, lifeless is something you could save me from, goalless is something you can turn around.
Less fortunate I am, less applicable I feel, less future I see, less hopeful I've been, less bothered I'm getting.
Save me?
