making enemies of the innocent

i dont know why
but i still feel like im damning myself

like i never should have sent that letter
the one thats meant to be light as a feather

and im sort of hoping its too late
that every decision i make
screwed up the chances i was meant to take

but theres things we cant fake
like being scared
of being scarred

and all the fallacies found in following my heart
but i dont know where to start...
dont want to start saying my prayers
afraid a god will rip me apart

i guess thats the thing about starting over
who you are isnt who youre going to be
but maybe its a little scary
realizing the whole of what that means

while they say its not all over
for people who wish on wilted clovers
i could stand to be a little less dramatic
try to forget the ways of selfish habits

like holding onto things i know that ive destroyed
try to make a point to letting go of toys

and ill say goodbye, i guess
found my head but misplaced the rest
and they can say its for the best
but i think my heart will need a life vest

....