I thought I had it.
The way you looked at me made me believe I was close, at least.
I thought I had time.
But I guess waking up at seven to clean up last nights mess just isn't going to cut it anymore.
I thought I had nothing to worry about.
It's funny how doubt has it's ways of creeping into every corner of your brain, every thought.
I thought there were bigger problems.
But nothing hurts worse than seeing your mother cry, and knowing you put those tears there.
I thought I had you.
But I guess I shouldn't think so much.