One day, you’re gonna look at the past...
You’re going to wonder:
What the fuck did I do?
How could I possibly have been so ignorant?
You’re going to look at the girls:
Those bitches who broke your heart
Without a second thought.
Those black widows who stole your soul
Without blinking.
You’ll regret those girls, intensely.
But even more-so:
You’re going to remember the ones you walked by;
The ones you treated as dispensable.
Disposable.
The women who loved you for you.
The beauties who weren’t as flashy,
Who weren’t as dramatic,
Who weren’t drawn in such bold colors.
And you will feel this cut to your soul
Much, much more than the ones who hurt you.
Regret and remorse will overtake you
At the point you come to realize
The deep, deep pit you’ve locked yourself in.
It’s certain you will run from that pit,
Falling into the one next door.
Until you learn
And acknowledge your depravity.
You may change,
But the house is betting you will not.
And the house ALWAYS wins.
How do I know, you ask?
Because you look into the mirror,
Studying yourself deeply,
And both you and I see...
Me.
But at least I'm aware of my depravity.
