I’m running and it’s a shame
But how do you quit?
That’s what is giving me a hard time
And i know i shouldn’t think
About you, yet i always am.
Back then i was to young to love
And now i’m too old to start over
So i’m lonely, lonely, lonely, all the time

I used to be deeply infatuated by things like sunshine;
But it’s been so long since i’ve even thought about dawn.
The toils of life led me down a path that is me all alone.
Bound by vices which do nothing but weight me down.
I’m a man whom is older and wiser from losing everyone;
the irony to that tragedy is it had all happened by my own
Hand, but i do find comfort knowing they had been shaking.
With a poker face and stern smirk i acted so daft to the crying
Voices that beckoned me to quit while i was up, to just return
Home while i’m still able to in one piece, not a man that’s broken.
In the worst of my days i longed for melancholia or a feeling
Similiar to that, anything other than my unending depression.
It became clear to see that she never planned for our romance
To last longer than one season, that she had faked her passion.
Our relationship is similiar to all of those drugs i was consuming,
Empty & decorated with tragedy- the cause behind how i’m living.
Barely aware that i’m partaking in the after math of my decisions.
Now even is somber soberiety i struggle with reasons for breathing,
To make sense of all this- to discover peace in all my chaotic confusion.

Life itself is a rare gift but living is nearly impossible.
Sins i’ve commited completely unaware of all the
Consequences has now found me floating in limbo.