I sabotage my chances
of anything going my way
If there were ever a happy ending
I’d like to get there some day
But my mind is a battlefield
and my mouth does me no favours
The thought and speech process
creates terrible behavour
My feet are full of holes
from the shots taken over time
I’m sure I’m capable of winning
but just havent seen that finish line
I am my own worst enemy
I create scenarios in my mind
and its not a case of trusting
its that you were never mine
You’re not so different
in fact we’re quite similar really
the only difference being
you cant communicate it to me
You keep all your feelings locked
behind a door you will not open
and it’s never done you any favours
it’s just kept you feeling broken
So the future isn’t clear
there’s many trees in my way
but I still live in the hope
That we’ll chop them down together again one day