my mistakes were made for you

"And we're just following the flock,

Around and in-between,

Before we're smashed to smithereens

Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame.

And it's the fame that put words in her mouth,

She couldn't help but spit them out

Around your crooked conscious she will wind.

And it's a lot to ask her not to sting,

And give her less than everything

Innocence and arrogance entwined, in the filthiest of mind."

i guess i can never love again. not until i stop questioning my worth.