Sadly mistaken is the story of my life
There is no sophistication in the seams of strife
Handing my trust to anyone who would take it
But finding more often they toss and they break it
I'll cry out and won't always know why
I'm just that vulnerable rain cloud in the sky
I'm easily provoked by simple pleasures
And I easily succumb to complicated pressures
There is cause for a riot in my tired, young mind
But there are feelings I won't promote and words I cannot find
I was sadly mistaken when I thought I could trust all
But now I know that even the best ones fall...
