Last Confession

I sit here as the wind plays over the strings
still better than I can
Wondering how I made it to this point
without getting up again
The fight is always there
Lately, I've been too angry to care
I still can't reach out and take
whatever it is that put me at stake
I used to play the game
but it was never a real profession
I ended on my knees
I don't get my last confession

Straightaway I went headlong
Into whatever I could
Nothing was too much to sacrifice
Still, I never was deemed good
Sometimes it's just the pain
keeping you trailing on in vain
I only wanted to follow my heart
The path twisted and I tore it apart.
When I used to play the game
but it was never a real profession
I ended on my knees
I don't get my last confession.

Habit

I started this
with every intention
to stop.