Destined To Fail
Strolling with your soul within was a scuffle with every stride to flee.
The pain I feel in my bones is all that’s left of you in me.
Pawns of a game, we are played by our needs
how we tried to make it work, the vain endeavours made us weak
The desperation for that old estranged ecstasy
possessed by the hunger, we fed on each other bleed.
All that pain we tried to fight was a longing to be free
from the failed attempts to try and fix
what was never meant to be.
All it was and stood to be is an incessant tale of greed.
No matter how you pull the strings
A You and Me are not a We.