The light is fading, my being is breaking.
Everything’s torn, and it’s my world that’s shaking.
There’s no way out, and it’s not about doubt.
I wish there was a path I could take but it’s my demise that’s my way out.
So as I look back on the beauty I used to see in the world, I’ll wonder why it’s only the despicable to unfurl.
Maybe I’d see that the problems were always around me, but it wasn’t in me to realize that it was always my life that would get washed away in the tides.
And I guess that means this life was never meant for me.