Holding on to the last words that I still have in my breath
Stampeding on the only ground I still have under my belt.

Lost in the scenarios that I created all by myself
Nurturing the only dilenma I created all by myself.

Wasted and confused I think that idea just went down the drain
Thought I wrote it down I felt we all thought like we have a brain.

**** am getting ahead of myself again won't I fail again
The beauty of a pen confession you are not sure if it will happen again.