Twisted Fate

A pocket of money he doesn’t have A bucket of tender and love he can’t buy Of simple moves he complains Of simple actions he shouts If he was my man I would have never forgiven him I would have never lasted But he isn’t and I’m not that great But I’m still mad and annoyed and broken Of what he does Of the craziness that has got into him And I pray to God Day by day That all to be resolved All that love to be returned I can’t fool myself What has gone is to never be replaced What has lost its spark has gone to waste But hope is killing us to survive Begging us to stay And we listen, we obey But hope becomes old And time is thrown to waste Love and pleasure, respect Is never to be again in place Why ? I ask myself this question everyday But it seems it has none but one answer Compulsion…. Compulsion to lose love Compulsion to bury respect Compulsion to fight and never be the same Compulsion to forsake loyalty Why ? Because dark is stronger than light Even if light tries to persuade dark Dark is too stubborn It will never obey…