I know that i should care and take advice,
I told myself that i was done and that i
was not returning.
Those little words she uttered made it all
come back,
Why I wanted to be that person, why I still
pray.
I’m
just standing and thinking not laying, not walking but sitting.
I
chase the world that I have nothing to offer me.
I’m looking for something, (I think) but
have not found the map that will lead me to it.
I feel like a lost cause, where’s my
effect?
I’m told regrets are little ways to teach
me life lessons,
I’ve been learning for too long, unh?
My anguish just seems to get longer with
the years I add on,
I’ve become bitter and confused at the same
time
I tend to laggard around my accomplishments
And appealed to my incompetence
That might be my regrets but I won’t let it
linger.
