So I cleaned it up

Not my life--but, literally, my one and only glasses

I thought I'd see them clearly

But sadly,

Big wrong.

It's not about my scratched glasses so I can't see clearly

But because my blurred eyes

Which didn't seem to see things came up better

Which, maybe, everything seems chaos

As the way I think junkies

Blamed the people

Who didn't do anything

Blame the situation

Which I hate, but happened everyday

Blame myself

Maybe the rightest thing to do.