Decisions

I gathered all the wrong decisions
I buried them deep beneath my skin
The blood underneath your nails discloses,
You dug them up again
Now we walked around this garden
But you were not supposed, no,
To shake the very tree from where my naked innocence grows
But all that you are, is what I am
(Groans)
Now the doors unlock
Where’s much of that perfume
But if these pretty walls could talk,
The sick breath would fill the room.
And all that you are is what I am
(Groans)