Thoughts of how these things once were
Watching what I worked on turn into dust
Withering away
Day by f*cking day
As the world passes me by
One split decision
Affecting a lifetime
Placing blame on my f*cking lifeline
For passing this down
Looking at the abyss
Is this really it?
So I am still here
Inhale, exhale
But this might be all that I have
F*ck
Longing for the days that once was
Knowing they'll be gone forever
Slowly rotting away
As this grips my soul
I know deep down
I can't return
The pull is greater than my will to change
Where do I start?
When I don't have a goddamn thing