We haven’t talked in a while,
But i miss you. We used to talk
Back when i believed in things.
Back when everything had a reason.
When I said so much,
Just trying to get it right.
Maybe I asked all the wrong questions.
Maybe they just didn’t have answers.
Why did I choose the needle? Why not Francis
Maybe I should’ve chosen myself.
I guess everyone needs saving. It just depends on How they need to be saved,
Because I wanted to love the all the right things,
But very few of those loved me back
Like the needle did. And to that,
I resigned myself. It must be true,
That no man can fully love others,
If he doesn’t fully love himself.
I was the misunderstood voice of a generation.
Who thought it better to burn out
In a brilliant blaze of gunpowder and discontent
Than for the flame to burn on