how did i get myself into this postition. when heartache seems to be my only disposition. i try and i try but i can't see past, fast days and wrong ways of a life that won't last. i'm feeling down while falling out and getting up just to fail. the quickest things, the biggest dreams insert the final nail. i'm filling in blanks, blankly staring to fill eyes wide to an underside that fucking makes me ill. a grasp i never had, a heart that wasn't mine. an eternity i could have wasted waiting in line. words escaped my lips and now i just regret. not telling you a hundred times that this was finally it
