been there on both sides of the coin but what can i do
(i had plans that flew a continent away)
but stare blankly helplessly unknowingly at my palms
(an empty void that love used to fill)
and witness their light trembles and deep sprawling lines
(knowing i could never be as good as the standards i establish)
phantom tears leaking from the corners of my eyes
(years of battle have fractured this heart numb)
this body is incapable of promises and pretence
(if you were in my head you'd probably run)
just holding a part-time job checking into reality
(i spend too much time wondering)
denying an early end and praying for less permanent way out