I was at the top of my game

riding the waves of my high horse

she came round and knocked me down, my troubled dame

broke and snatched took everything, a unrelenting force

Maybe that’s why on my way down, I fell for her

unlike others she didn’t ask of me, she demanded of me

becoming a constant force after and so I hopped to her beat

Thus this went on for a while now

me the blind fool, her truly ignorant of her power

Maybe she chose it or maybe she honestly never knew

but I only shook free of her shackles at my darkest hour

Because she loved another . . . I think

see I confused her, scared her, made her flee

so she was gone in a blink

I loved the pain she brought me

Praying to God during the day, Lucifer at night

all for the hopes to make her mine

but I was tool ate, my prayers unanswered, a silent night

for in her reply confusion I find

and still I wait

because my horse’s career is dead, Bojack

and this wait, this wait I hate

because if on that day I had the guts to act she’ll be mine . . .

yep that’s a fact