Some of the worst things possible,
Happen right here where I am.
Some of those things I imagine,
About those, I don't give a damn.
It's the other things that bother me,
And start my downhill slide.
Into the abyss of hopelessness,
On the moon's much darker side.
All of those things that bother me,
Are self-inflicted trouble.
If I had any sense at all,
I'd stop all of that on the double.
But that's not how this song must go,
Though the lyrics tend to rhyme.
Time after time I'll crash and burn,
And lament my wasted time.
More than any other thing,
That bothers me so today,
Is how I hurt those gentle souls,
That 'Friended' me along the way.
If they'd listen, I would surely say,
'I never meant any harm you see,
I was only being a Lloyd again,
I am sorry, won't you please forgive me.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem