ContemplatingMature

I am a prisoner of my own creation,baby,
wallowing in the scent of my own bitter sins,
I am a prisoner of my own creation,baby,
hiding in the shadows my mistakes cast-

I am the architect of my own destruction, darling,
building monuments out of failures,
I am the architect of my own destruction, darling,
Statuesque devotion to the disappointment I cause-

I give and I give and I give,
always forgetting to get,
Complicated complications spilling from my mouth
washing away simplistic doubts

I do too much and I think too much,
Feel too much and need too much
And I remember too much for my own good,
but I always forget the little things (the things that matter most)

And I’d apologize, but you're probably tired of hearing “I’m sorry”
And I’m sorry that I can’t get a grip on it,
Can’t manage to pull myself together enough
To realize that just loving you, needing you, being happy is all you want,

I am the star of my own constellation,baby,
Shining with lust in my diamond eyes,
I am the star of my own constellation,darling,
Daring to imprint upon your heart.

The End

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