mistakes that undo you.
mistakes that feel so good until they ruin you.
mistakes that act holy only to seduce you
mistakes are what devils feed on
mistakes are those little pleasures you let yourself indulge in
that rude awakening.
and these mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just make them again.
and these mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just hate them again.
and those people you hurt, you’ll just hurt them again
and those people you professed to love, you’ll just hate them again.
in a warm summers day i made my first mistake.
in a warm summers day, I, a willing victim, took the road to ruin.
in a warm summers day i met death and stared her in the eyes and i kissed her.
i was then lost somewhere watching over myself as if i wasn’t even in my own body.
i felt hollow and empty and a secret part of me relished in that emotion.
in a warm summers day i threw myself into the unknown
i gambled everything away and here i am now,
in the coldest winter i’ve ever had to bare
And there’s no way back from ruin.
at least that’s what i hear.