Each day must forgive me for what I do and what I've done.
My minds full of empty and at times will come undone.
But the nights soothe and save me from myself.
Mistaking me for someone else. Someone who once was but is now gone, leaving me bits to hang on to and no I won't let go.
Though im losing grip of them slow. See it's all a shame-
Less life I maintain. Nothing ever stays quite the same.
Gone through the motions with emotion. Taking more than time to spend. So alive then yet again..
Never mind me I'm still livin.