I want to ask a lot of questions
But I'm scared that when I do,
The answer will wake me up from the high
That somehow, sometimes you thought about it too
The what ifs
The maybe's
The endless possibilities of what could've been
First come, first served
That's a known rule
Maybe that's why it is not me
It was your choice to choose
But who am I?
To think
That somehow,
I made the cut
And I feel high again
I'm sorry
Russian is the game
I only wanted a chance to win
You gave me two
Three?
All went down the drain
Can I have four?
I'm sorry
I love life
But you both are alike
Identical not different
I'm bad
There comes five
Another miss
Another you
I'm sorry
Unanswered questions
Unwanted feelings
In denial heart
Leave me
I don't need you
Stay in the clouds
And sixth was the charm
I'm sorry
Pulled it, it's killing me
Fix it with chemicals
Maybe someday, somehow
I'll be Marshmallow
Or It
I love
I'm so sorry
Xo
