Dear, Summer

To be honest, what am I doing?
Has it gone this far before I realized,
That the words that i'm using
Are corrupted by my poor eyes...
And now my heart, and then,my soul..
Oh please tell me.. what was the goal?

Because I go on and on
Doing what I do, but never questioning if it's wrong,
But I say it's right!

And the air pressure is tight,
In my head!
How long have I gone on..after my heart bled..

Am I doing what I want,
Because if I am, then why do I feel horrible inside?
In my mind, the images haunt,
Because I don't want this, but it's here even though I've tried...
And forever I've wondered what I'll be when i'm old,
But this is not... The dream I sold...

Because I go on and on
Doing what I do, but never questioning if it's wrong,
But I say it's right!
And the air pressure is tight,
In my head!
How long have I gone on..after my heart bled..

Good boys, I've never been that one
But my excuse is, I think there might be none...
I create a scenario when I'm ok,
But to be honest I don't know if I can live like this one more day...

Oh heart has it been this long..
Until I realized what I did was wrong...