Mistakes

Once again, the title really says it all.

Mistakes

 

How are we crying

I still can't understand

That while we were dying

We erased all we had planned

We're chipped and broken

We've become friends with solitude

Unhappiness is our token

Complaints strengthening our fortitude

For every single day

For every skipped rhyme

We couldn't go another way

We wasted all our precious time

Now that the walls are coming down

The demon that steals our souls

It's painted faces not unlike clowns

The same nightmare haunts us down

Break down into pieces

Faded, worn and tattered

Maybe some day the angels will meet us

And show us what really mattered