These days I walk by
I remain as kind as I
have ever intended or had in mind.
I do what is said to be right and aim for no less
but keep running through people
who are heartless and haven't felt stress.
I keep walking on through different people
and do my best to decide
who is best for my own interest
and who have bad traits to hide.
I depict my own path but can never see through it
and once it's too late
I wish to undo it, the friendship
that only burns on one side
and I always do my best and be kind
and although I continue to try and try
I let myself down more each and every time.

Every time I glide with the wrong Bonnie to my Clyde.