Part I : Before
I’m a mess,
Of my own making.
I’m no easy undertaking.
I have the best intent,
But I always fail,
As my mind goes down this descent,
It stays aware but frail
Everything I touch turns to rust,
My dreams go from gold to dust,
Some people were made for love,
Some for glory and fame,
I’ll be glad if the power above,
Let’s me die without causing more pain.
I am the queen of good intentions,
But they always seem to be in vain,
If you want to get near me,
I’ll just drive you,
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