I want to wake up tomorrow and be the man I know I can be. I want to walk into a room, and bring my whole life with me. I have a million reasons to be anywhere else, yet I chose to be where I am. If you listen I'll tell you how I got here. How I forgot where I was going, then I found myself somewhere I didn't recognise. If you listen I'll tell you about the time I thought I was perfect, and how I smiled with wisdom and content because I realised the world isn't perfect. We're flawed because we want so much more. We're ruined because when we get these things, we wish for what we had. As if that weren't enough, I find myself questioning everything I do, because really, nothing seems to be good enough...
At one point you just have to stop fighting it. But the problem with me is that I either give up too soon, or way too late. A curse inflicting me with agony, which could otherwise be avoided. Tell me something. Do you punish me on purpose? I know I deserve it, but somehow, deep inside the profanity, which is my mind, I thought maybe you would forgive and forget, and we could finally be one of those people, who can find themselves within each other, and use that to paint the story of their happy ever after. It's hard, you know, going forward all alone. I guess it was meant to turn out this way. Just me, and the decrepit boulevard of shattered souls...
