Could Have Saved A Dollar A Year

Cherry Pie, why so down?
Turned your circles into frowns.
Sugar topped, baked to night.
Didn't turn out alright, alright.

Fork stabbed heart, cross roads,
With faces to show the load
Of hot water experiences, cold,
Rough and smooth like Cherry Pie Old.

Your life, made up of bad choices,
Personality faults and small voices
Speak to you through my ear walls.
But you don't care to listen anymore.

Now I feel a little bad that I cared,
About your experiences you never shared,
Except to me, could I have made it better?
A gamble you'd read: forever to never.

Stupid wretch, why so down?
Turned your wrongs into frowns,
Sour aftertaste and unforgiven flight,
Never was alright, alright.