I am bitter sweet
My words chosen quick and neat
I think quick and chose sloppy
My choices all later seen as floppy
I want to please
And that is such a breeze
But I am only being a short fix
Making you happy while stacking bricks
The longer this last the harder they will fall
You say you love me so much
Then I feel a sickly touch
My stomach gets ill
I say I back getting sicker still
Why do I why do I fear taking it slow?
It is mans desire that is my foe
I getting the better of my mind
Soon I will have little good nature to find
In my heart and soul
Both becoming tainted dark like coal
