Repair

I did it once, I did it twice. The third time didn't make it right. 

Two good friends, one bad choice. Led me to the end of my voice. 

One more shot, two more laughs. Soon this night would pass. 

I saw no harm, I felt no fear. Didn't listen to the voice whispering inside my ear. 

Passed out on the couch, my alarms blaring loud, don't make me get up, don't make a sound. 

I trudge my way with my keys in my hands, two hours of sleep, this toast tastes bland. 

I turn the ignition, car into drive and make my way to my lesson to die. 

Literal, metaphorical, whatever you please. This hangover was the last dance for me. 

I cannot explain the break in my heart. Knowing the choice I made ruined my art. 

I slammed on the brakes, as the car behind me did. This time, it didn't end with a skid.  

But stubbornness came and I gave it my all, leading me to my most treacherous fall. 

I cannot perform and I cannot compete. This sling tied to my arm, I feel my defeat. 

As time passes by, I say I am fine. I am fine. But I lie, and lie. 

Soon it'd be known I screwed up my dream. This was much worse than I thought it had seemed. 

A tear in my shoulder and a disc in my neck, oh how I wish I could change that car wreck. 

Pills and stretches hoping to relieve the pain, I keep pushing and pushing, feeling the strain. 

I did it once. I did it twice. The third time didn't make it right. 

Crushing my dreams and leaving me with despair, I can only wish what it would take to repair. 

I leave the fourth, the fifth, and the sixth time alone, 

this time my heart will take me home.