I am broken down in my own riddle
This is one of those moments
When I feel like dying
For my anxiety has gotten the best of me
Shall I leave my footprints in the sand
For somebody to follow?
For this is a colorful experience
Just like any other...
Black, white, yellow, gray
For those colors
Are just as blind as the others
And I am blind to my own regrets
Dancing on top of my head
Like a wounded cloud
Behold the sadness that remains distant
Emotionally, I am drawn
Drawn to the pictures that have no zeal
Can you see my face
Buried within these pages?
Yet life is unwilling to give me a pass
And deeper and deeper I strain
My body is exhausted from dying so much
For the more I die
The more I am inspired
There is no tainted love letter in here!
As I use the music of my voice
To bare my soul
For I feel my poetry has a voice
Yet I am bitterly disappointed
Ah to be alone in my recklessness
It\'s so nice to be ashamed
When all I can do is touch these feelings
With a black felt pen
Oh the pouring of the tears seems normal
I see the sun raging in my skin
And the clouds are gloomy
And the lightning is vain
But what about the regrets in the rain?
People come, and people go
When one is full of regrets
There is more than enough evidence
To see black, white, yellow, and gray
For there is a giant impact
On the introverts in the world
For we die for our roses
Raped in vanity and disillusion;
Can we not pretend
That this house is not haunted?
For which it is, I cannot ignore
Oh mama, I have so many regrets
Is America truly for sale?
For I live in regret every day
And I am broken down
Like a rag doll
Sitting in the middle of the street
Waiting for my next ride.
Oh how can we breakaway from regrets
When regrets cannot escape us?