None of these have titles or anything… Just bits of writing.
It’s like every morning
I wake up and I fail.
And I look around
and everyone is able to pull it off,
but I can’t.
I can’t be enough.
All of the things we thought we knew
We never knew at all.
And there’s nothing that I touch
That I don’t destroy.
When we don’t know what’s real/
When we’ve lost ourselves/
When we’ve lost the will to fight/
Just throw your hands up and walk away/
Because in the end/
We all have to choose/
If it really was worth fighting for
They tell you that time heals all wounds.
That may be true.
But the scars that remain,
Serve as a constant reminder
Of all the pain.