Control

What the hell is happening?

I plant the flowers, as I step in decay. 

Just once,

just this once,

I want to see me live my life,

and have my way with you. 

I can trust,

the words you speak,

if you walk away. 

I can't help but save myself,

from the wreckage,

of what I've become. 

What the hell, 

am I doing here?

All the words I say and go. 

I'm loosing control,

but I'll give it to you.

Remember me