The long lost cries Are but distant memoirs of foolishness Why conform to my misery? When I have all that I need Why the want to be great? When I can just be Why the feeling of disappointment? When I'm not failing Why the anger and envy? When I can choose not to care Why be like I am? Why I can be how they are Why must I be like this? Why can't I just be?
If ever you feel angry, if ever you feel a failure. If ever you feel as if your past had a brighter future than your present, well guess you're in the same boat as I. No need to worry too much about it. We all need time. Time to figure things out, time to sort ourselves out.