Decisions - Balthazar

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)