New Perspective

I guess it is easier to pass the blame Maybe it wasn’t me but you With you, it was one of the darkest points in memory Now it’s no more, the lows’ are merely shadows in the dusk We reached such a high it had to be false It proves itself the way we fall into two separate holes All this time I fought passing the blame A bitter shame, to have feelings for the one who brought me down I must be a clown, the joke was on me Or a hopeless romantic: “The toast isn’t burnt we just need to scrap away a few parts” Maybe this new way of thinking will free my heart…