In moments of my life
I lie, I do admit.
I try and guard my heart
with my rancor and my wit.
In moments of my life
I gave a piece of myself,
for nothing in turn.
There's always another woman
for whom a man's heart will yearn.
In moments of my life
I doubt I will have a one and all;
one who understands me
when I cut and when I crawl.
In moments of my life
I try and run from my fate.
Yet as I've found,
with growing dread,
I'm already too late.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 6:28 PM UTC
In moments of my life
I lie, I do admit.
I try and guard my heart
with my rancor and my wit.
In moments of my life
I gave a piece of myself,
for nothing in turn.
There's always another woman
for whom a man's heart will yearn.
In moments of my life
I doubt I will have a one and all;
one who understands me
when I cut and when I crawl.
In moments of my life
I try and run from my fate.
Yet as I've found,
with growing dread,
I'm already too late.
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