I need to be free from my own prison.
In which I hold myself in for one reason.
I mean an actual reason not an excuse.
But the reason I must say is for my own use.
I always told myself I would find someone for me.
And when I did she was all I could see.
I lost everything over a huge mistake of mine.
Although I’m dying inside I say I’m fine.
It hurts to know that it was my fault.
And that I am the reason the love comes to a halt.
I know deep down that I never had bad intentions.
But I never took any advice or any suggestions.
The only part that truly makes me sad,
Is that I lost the love I could have had.
I don’t know if I could ever forgive myself,
For not being patient and reaching for the higher shelf.