Every little red riding hood
Walks into the forest unprepared
Who would expect the wolf
When your heart is the unstained innocence.
The Lonely Man
The sweetest taste, is bitter now
My purest thoughts are poisoned through.
The ghost of fate, keeps mocking me
Every scar I’ve earnt, every drink I’ve drowned.
My entire life has been a lie
Me, the real me
Has been the skater on the fractured ice
Escaped prisoner of my own Alcatraz
Choose Choose Choose
Sneezing out solutions
Coughing up emotions
Stirring black coffee soberness
Reality pinching me.
Director Of My Own Life Story
I’m the writer of my own life story,
But making up the plot as I go along.
I’m the only actor in my own life story,
No scripted lines, I’ll improvise.
Twice As Hard
Grown up in the business,
Like their father and his father before.
One was a natural, but the other bled sweat.
They longed to shake off the halo,