and I've tried to be the best in your world of hope, but I simply cant. I ask me why you seem to look at me with no hope of anything but I don't know what I've done. I'm deeply paralyzed by the glazed look of hatred that's become plastered over your face.
A lean life of embers. Dreams made when young, defiant of things so true. i wasn't who i thought i was, so learned the wrong lessons. And those futures, were for someone who died long ago.
