I feel stupid sometimes,
Which is weird because I know I'm smart,
And in my head every decision I make is the right decision
Otherwise I wouldn't have made said decision,
And I think that I'm the smartest person on Earth...
That is of course until i come to the realisation that I made the wrong decision,
And I hold regrets in my heart like bats in a cage wacking at each other with their wings,
And as each day goes by
And I grow from the roots like a rose,
Each feeling is magnified,
Each touch is wrangled,
Pins and needles infest the cage that is my body,
And soon my corpse will be remembered for its wrong decisions.
