And just like that, a year has passed,
the ambers of pain and anger refuse to die,
the regret of taking the leap of faith,
the pain of falling flat on your face.
In the quiet night by the window,
as I feel the winter breeze,
I wonder must I learn
this game of pettiness and deceit?
I wake up to one more dull morning,
surrounded by scheming minds,
I will fight to save my soul
for this is not the game I want to play.
I will stand my ground, let them try to break me,
I will claw my way up the slithering walls,
but I will not become one of them.
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