A Simple Kind of Life


The person i was, the things i used to do, the mistakes and the mean things i said… they all haunt me now. i used to sneak around, to fool trust, to have secrets from the one i loved… i have my part of the blame for all that happened and now i’m paying for it in full. i can’t trust people and maybe the problem isn’t totally because of others, some of it is deep inside my brain. i think that everybody’s mean, that they all want to hurt me and disappoint my expectations… all of this when i’m finally happy, when i changed the person i used to be… now… the joke’s on me

I’m so ashamed, I’ve been so mean
I don’t know how it got to this point
I always was the one with all the love
You came along, I’m hunting you down

Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life

If we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?

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