Just Because You Crashed, Doesn'T Mean You Don'T Have To Pay For The Ride, By Dennis OgleCan't find a reason for my heavy heart.
Can't find the source of this dread.
Made a checklist of my realities,
and thought back upon the things I've done and said.
Still no justification for this emptiness.
No Hollywood smoking gun of guilt.
Just a forgotten room with no windows and no door,
around which my forgiven soul was built.
Surely this is all part of the healing,
or maybe it's the addict holding on
Why should I expect the world to change with me,
when I've lived on barrowed time for so long?
Still, life is more complete without my demons,
tearing little bits of me away.
No way I should expect it to come easy.
Took my whole life to **** my life away.