Shame om the devil.
Taking my first and only love from me at the time I needed it most.
Spreading the seeds that made me question my manhood on the daily.
Destroying the frayed threads of peace I had sewn into my routine.
And sending waves to shake the vessel I had weakly built in my teens.
You see the storm that's within goes unseen.
And the smile that I wear is a mask so you's think these waters I wade in are crystal clear and pristine.
I went down with my sinking ship because self pity is easy. 
Shame on me for beleiving 
That I was less than any other man, life was decieving.
The embers that caught flame had burnt down the fragile wall of confindence that was remaining.
I danced along with the devil and he rewarding me in pain.
Thats the scars that we gain from playing a losing game. 
I miss my unfractured heart