Sometimes I want to forget,
Forget the words that I’ve said.
Sometimes I feel regret,
Regret for stupid decisions I’ve made.
Sometimes I feel like I’m spent,
Spent of all love inside.
Sometimes I feel there’s no hope,
Hope for peace in these times.
At times I feel like I’m me,
At times I feel like I’m not.
At times I feel like I’m free,
At times I feel like I’m blocked.
At times I feel I’m at peace,
At times I feel I’m being shot.
At times I feel life is real,
But most time’s I feel like it’s not.
What’s really real and what’s not?
Coz physical thing’s are not much.
Some feelings don’t really last,
Except when living in the past.
I think heaven only knows.
Liquor and drugs sooth the overthinking brain,
And prayer seems to keep me from going insane.
All I have is my word,
Two rosaries under my shirt.
Written By: Matthew Taylor