Swirling thoughts  
Come to me
Wickedly spiraling 
The rage
Choking my memories 
In an
Attempt to express
Who is to blame
For my blemishes 

Then I remember
I am perfect the way I am.
Another song
To serenade my ego!

Serenade

Changes my heart makes
without the approval of my head
from one to the next, not much thought

It's like a wicked game
giving all the love away
with not much left at the end

Always the same narrative
the same story
easily changing the players
without being sorry

Truly vile
the heart loves telling those lies
I try to control it
but it always leads to my downfall