Too many times I tried so hard to say it, every last time it ends up somehow erased. Mentally I'm a lost cause, physically I'm the best example for a disappointment all in all. People think I'm just saying words to be heard, inconsistent with my written missdirection. Losing my mind, since when was this a race. Shaped in my head, look how that's gone, it had to be said. Slowly I wonder, could this be the night, the one I won't ponder; the simplicity of knowing that there's nothing wrong with me.
Asking why, I don't want to lie, all these things I wish and yet I still don't have more time. The truth was simply too complex to fathom, sitting here feeling things I can't ever act on.
