Sometimes I feel like a one hit wonder.
I hit the jackpot of life but then fell in a blunder.
I'm not sure what happened to the trappings of love.
Or why agony seems to suit my heart like a glove.
Lord knows I bleed whimsical hues.
Yet still I'm afflicted with the melancholic blues.
As self affliction haunts, I wish I was too dead to cry.
A prisoner of the past, there's no future left to buy.
Rocks of stone to throw at my creator.
To the disease of my youth I cater.
The guilt invaded notion of someone I once knew.
Caught in the undertow there's no breaking through.
All the perfect moments are wrong.
All the precious pieces are gone.