Cupid's Bow

I am wrong again been so, once or twice before I can tell ya the truth although it may hurt any answers my friend come from the same old questions my dreams leave me here always waiting for an opportunity to reap what I have sowed I am leaving soon I'm not going right this minute it is either too late or too early let me tell you one more story how dreams have let me down while I plant these seeds of sadness in this desiccated, rock hard ground I try to see where you are now no longer manipulating the arrow from Cupid's bow he never could shoot straight always one day late maybe he needs a new string for his bow on the yellow brick road red shoes click as I walk it ends at a thorny wall as high as my dreams grew fantasy takes me over real life, a screeching halt the truth slowly seeps in lovers fading quickly at the end and the seeds I planted rot instead of grow