So what does that say about me?
I thought that I knew, how good things were gonna be
you were so beautiful, and all that beauty... only served to blind me
and bind me, now there is no-one to untie me
love is a fucked up drug
when you can leave with barely a shrug
and the smile that sparkled, so brightly
haunts me nightly... makes me silently scream and screw my eyes up tightly
and things will now... forever stay the same
I'm too long in the tooth, (well the teeth I have left)... to ever change
I can't rearrange or adapt, so that is the end of that,
I'm such a useless and quite cowardly twat
all of my dreams got crushed
all of the good that I used to believe in, has been airbrushed...
from my memory, now just look at the state of me
it's no great shock that I failed... so gloriously... in life's university
So what does that say about me?
well it says that I am pretty shit at poetry!
I fucking use too much profanity and am obviously prone to emotional calamity
so my epitaph will be... 'Well that was a wasted opportunity!'
and the one word... on my headstone... printed neatly... and clearly,
will simply... read .. 'Nearly'
