My mind is like a recorder
One that keeps replaying
Every bad thought in order
Hope and optimism decaying.
My mind is like a giant maze
One with many turns and twists
Getting lost happens always
Does the way out really exists?
My mind is like a broken vinyl
One with scratches everywhere
Every damage seems so final
It looks impossible to repair.
My mind is like an eraser
One that makes me forget
Turning me into a disgracer
What's left is only regret.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
My mind is like a recorder
One that keeps replaying
Every bad thought in order
Hope and optimism decaying.
My mind is like a giant maze
One with many turns and twists
Getting lost happens always
Does the way out really exists?
My mind is like a broken vinyl
One with scratches everywhere
Every damage seems so final
It looks impossible to repair.
My mind is like an eraser
One that makes me forget
Turning me into a disgracer
What's left is only regret.
