My unknowing heart
Untrusting mind
A future as uncertain as the wind
She speaks too much
I learned too young to never get my hopes up

What will become of me
My tornado of disappointment
It ripped all the flowers from my garden
I need a future as certain as the tides
But I rarely go to the ocean

All the petals that fall from your mouth form a pipe dream
The dead end tunnel I reside in
I built a little garden at my feet
Ill try and use the new petals to build a way out