It's been so long, can't remember the beginning.
I feel like a failure, even when I'm winning.
Through your eyes, I realize, I'm paralyzed
but the world keeps spinning.
and that's a concept, I haven't really grasped yet.
I got doubts , for things I haven't asked yet.
a brief cold answer, Grief and Anger
a figure in a casket.
I guess we're both just at a standstill
We're both things that we can't stand still.
It's touch and go, you should know,
it's usual, a broken soul CAN ****
You say, "that shouldn't be how a 'man' feels."
I'm just exhausted, that I am ill.
So many questions, regrets, what ifs,
Swear I could fill a landfill.
So full, that it can spill,
I used to know between the fake and real
a mountain grown from an anthill,
Heart so heavy, I carry, an anvil.