every once in awhile i get tangled up on my loose ends and i strangle myself on promises made to old friends just once he'd like to take one step forward not two steps back like the drops in the bucket balanced on his back the little things add up so fast
in every sense of the word his life has become effortless like pride it's easy to swallow, but difficult to digest
you don't learn a thing, you wallow and still cling to your mistakes like they're precious memories you never gave enough, you thought that you were tough but you were weak, and i have no sympathies
my opinion may not necessarily represent all the thoughts and attitudes of those i've grown to resent but from time to time i take a step back and reflect on the self destroying ideals i once fought to protect
