After a couple of mistakes and some false hope. I've decided to hit the road. Grab me a rope. Hanging depression before I choke. Little bit of success, consistent failure. Wish life would of been greater. I've been understanding but have yet to learn. Daily anxiety is my new concern.
In search of some goals, in order for me to go. Can anyone relate? After a bad experience or a heart break? Shattered and want to rejoice. Sounds like agony didn't give anyone a choice.