Today I sat beside the lake contemplating conversing with myself
About how to drown out the mistakes made by someone else.
In the old days I would of had the imagination to find a new
distraction, but this is now, and that's not going to happen.
Today I left the lake behind,and the only place that it exist
is in my mind, and if everything goes according to plan
a cautious line has been drawn in the sand because while forgiving the ones you love is easy to do.. The self-loathing
that follows creates quite the witches brew.
