How did I end up here, in this self delusioned life.

I'm giving up on anyone with a common state of mind.

I gave it all I had to give and now it's over, and I don't think they ever cared.

But I'm just fine.

I'll keep my head up because I know that I'll be alright.

So I'll be coming back around seeking every kind of useless attention.

I should probably mention that every moment I am searching for something or anyone that I can call my own.

And how did I end up here?

Just scraping to get by.

I've given up on everyone thats ever crossed my mind.

And I want it all, I wanted a life free of this and now its over, and there is so much I have missed.

I cant bank on fate to bring me anything.

I'm huddled up with the notion that there's something meant for me.

We attach ourselves to this idea that we all have a destiny.

But life's too short to spend it waiting on something or someone you've never seen.