Lady

Ah, the stupidity of youth, such a magic time

Such glorious mistakes and heartbreaks

To the pinnacle of debacles I have climbed

I was a martyr of my own mischief, no debate

Until there was you.. that was enough

But the blind being sighted can never contently shut their eyes again

I asked for true love; the universe called my bluff

Then the loser had to learn how to win

It remains a course I've not yet mastered

But I do my best to keep contained folly's fool