Good Advice

Well any sense I had is gone

On an open field, you had me run

Where is the light we had before

I don't know why I ask at all

I keep on talking carelessly

I look in books and magazines

Thinking our word could be enough

You look at me, I'm burn it up.When I hear your good advice, I'm starting something

And good advice, I'm running from it

I didn't ask, and I didn't want itIn an empty room you pardon me

But all around us whispering

But we have now, anyone's guess

So just be rude or your kindest

You give it out so easily

That now I drown in reasoning

I can't held or even hurt

And every word makes me feel worseWhen I hear your good advice, I'm starting something

Your good advice , I keep running from it.

I shouldn't ask since I never wanted