It all slips through my fingers.
I squander every chance, and I know it’s because every time something good comes to me, it doesn’t take long before it is ruined.
“They left me here on my own
in a nightmare
And I just can’t forgive anymore
So I smile and turn away”
I’m trying to keep my head up, but my neck is weak and my brain heavy with thoughts of what-could-be-if-only-in-a-dream.