Manic Drive

Put my head up against the wall
I couldn’t help but stall
With eleven regrets and one flower
I’m lost and I’m ashamed
Cause all I have to give
Is eleven regrets and one flower
My God what I have become?
A broken man with no second chances
Who am I to say that you’re to blame?
I want to be who I say I am
But my actions show that I modestly can’t
Have I’ve turned into what I hate?
And I wonder what You think
When You’re staring down at me
Is it time to intervene?
Consequences are interesting