Bad Habits
It would seem that lately I’ve developed these tired old habits,
Of upsetting those I love and keeping it all built up inside.
I’ve never truly been proud of the person I believe that I am,
And in truth my love, I think I was always born to hide.
I realise that no man is perfect in any shape or form at all,
And an exception to that rule is something I am really not.
I’ve built an illusion that speaking my feelings is advantageous,
But in reality I’ve backed myself into this tiny corner spot.
There’s a girl occupying my mind and she’s built herself a palace,
Inside my heart she’s got paintings aligning the walls you see.
And to be perfectly honest with you, I will always worry for her,
Because I’ve learned to distrust and disbelieve in all I can ever be.
I guess I’m a million miles from a destination I will always seek,
A place where I am with her and I have found my saving grace.
Life has always been an uncertainty in everything I’ve ever had,
But I will always find comfort and solace in the smile on her face.
