there are lurching deaths
we all fear
whether it be of;

life
passion
relations
connections

in the face of death
none rise to the occasion
fortune favors not a soul
the brunt of annihilation

Ok, I get the message
I guess my feelings, to you, were pretentious

I dont know what i was expecting
I was just fishing for affection

Seems like im often unprotected
And oftentimes become relentless

Nowadays im so restless
I always have a heart on my sleeve

But my mind is demented
  of all these people that took advantage
of me

I should’ve demanded a fee
I guess my own disadvantage was me

breakfast has always been nice and pleasant
the evening has always been filled
with some strolling in the garden and delightful tea time
the night has always been filled with passion and late-night reading

all is well
all is good
all is warm.

so,
where did we go wrong?