.....sorry

You know that old saying they say,
About good guys.
That good guys always give you,
A good bye.
But good girls leave me with,
Nothing but...why?

Like why do I cry?
If I Know I can't have them.
Why make me feel high?
If I just crash and burn then.

And when will I learn?
When I earn the respect of those,
Adorned with years of scars,
As they remain concerned.

I burn every bridge,
This ardent truth of a kid.
Whatever I did,
Left me divided.

Divided between right and wrong,
Both weak and so strong,
I can either say so long,
Or just simply long.

Long for the embrace of another,
This flame artfully named my mother.
It took too long for me to discover,
That you didn't let me down, you kept me from going under.

That when you bled these seas red
The sole thing left unsaid,
Is that anger and hatred,
Will be the only thing you wed...

...when you end up soully dead.