Layin out on the boat, floating along smooth. Everythings going great, nothing but a good mood.
Looking out across the water, the clouds are getting thick. One thing leads to another and its almost time to jump ship.
The waves start to rock, as the sky grows dark. Where did I go wrong, how did all this start?
I can't avoid it, now im headed for the storm. I read the weather report but you can't predict gods scorn.
Its like asking the question, why do bad things happen to good people? "To make the bad mourn their evil" says the man at the steeple.
So as I wonder, the conditions get worse. Like Wezzy said "its like ride to I die and im driven my hearse."
I stand at the wheel unable to steer. Not knowing whats gonna happen next, can't even decide if I still care…
The one person I reach out to for help just pulled me in deeper. Tell me why love may be the reason for hook, line, and sinker.
If I make it through the storm, rebuilding will take work, but anything then this has to be better. I just hope one day I can put my life back together.
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