The saddest word
In the whole world
Is the word “almost”
By which the hearts curled.

He almost made it
She almost had forever
They almost survived
I was almost enough clever

He was almost loved
She almost didn’t lie
They almost won
I almost didn’t cry.

Sometimes I lay awake
Wishing for the world to burn
Sadly I don’t make the rules
But it’s going to be my turn

My turn to change the rules
My chance to not quit
Time to improve my destiny
And, I “almost” made it.

A demise wrapped in copper jacket
It wasn't the shooter's fault! He was misunderstood!
He wasn't thinking properly! Death where life once stood!
The problems made the finger pull the trigger
The dark felt inviting since the light bulb was dim

Maybe it's the only way for him to set things right
Even if one foot dangles by the hole six feet deep
How easy it is be lost and lose the ability to keep
The hope that makes us able to run and leap
How easy it is to take what we didn't give and nurture
And **** ourselves as we lose our soul and our future

and when you say my name
you'd think I had
one million Delta miles
from the trips my heart goes on
- except it doesn’t
because
my flight was cancelled
I’ve had this ticket for
nine months and twenty-three days
it was non-refundable
but I'm already on the plane
Dunkin’ coffee cup
perched precariously on the armrest
they almost spelled my name right
my phone only has 11%
I knew it could charge
right when we boarded
I thought you were waiting for me
you made paper “welcome” signs
and set up the pullout couch
I’ve been waiting
two hundred and ninety-eight days
and now you're telling me
this plane isn’t going anywhere.
my hopes for us have jammed the engines.

But it’s always us in the end , holding the hearts we gave away, us the ones who love hard, the ones who look outside of self, who feel for people And things outside of themselves. Us, those who will end up hurt and torn in the end by the people they only wanted to love and be loved by.

My whole life is a mistake.
A sweet oath of tyranny.
A true ode to sadness.

My whole life is a mistake.
A mythology of heroes unseen.
A toy for the Gods to play with.

My whole life is a mistake.
A constant attempt for recognition, from my own reflection, looking back at me.
A successful act of failure.

My whole life is a mistake.
Lyrics on a melody of death.
Symphonies of chaos and disorder.

My whole life is a mistake.
A continuous and superfluous demand for personal over-achievement.
A strong and definite craving for love and affection.

My whole life is a mistake.
My whole life is..
A mistake.

Every night I shut my eyes
In the hope of a new 'morrow
Only to see the sun rise
To the same, sullen sorrow!