They say the road to Hell
Is paved with “good intentions”
I always thought it to mean
My own intentions could
Lead to an eternal downfall
But sometimes it’s not to Hell
That “good intentions” lead
Is paved with “good intentions”
I always thought it to mean
My own intentions could
Lead to an eternal downfall
But sometimes it’s not to Hell
That “good intentions” lead
There is a difference you see
Between Hell and hell
One is a place
You learn about in Sunday School
The other a state of existence
Personal, individual
As diverse as the human race
Sometimes hell is of our own making
From choices we have
Or have not made
Our own minds trapping us
In a seemingly never-ending maze
Sometimes hell is created
By the choices of others
Trapped, consumed
By their own hell that they are living
Unaware or perhaps uncaring
How it affects those around them
I trusted your intentions
As my self confidence had
Been waxing and waning
I trusted that you truly wanted
What was best
Wanted me to succeed
I do not know
The full extent of your story
So I give the benefit of doubt
Hope that your “good intentions”
Were in fact good
But I’ve learned in recent years
That my perception can be skewed
A mirage of what I wish to be true
That my perception can be skewed
A mirage of what I wish to be true
Even now I cannot bring myself
To believe it was of
A malicious design
That you deliberately tried
To sabotage the situation
For reasons I know nothing of
But the road to Hell
Is paved with “good intentions”
And sometimes “good intentions”
Are what weld the chains
Of our own hell
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