And my mind is mostly made up of things that I've messed up in my life followed by a gentle reminder that you can't always appear to be the winner. Money is always at play and tucked and hidden away. I watch old folk finally retire and be left beside scumbags who think the world is catered just for them. Horses tied up and left in fields allowed by the council to be owned by scumbags once a scumbag always a piece of shit.

And I’m sad for the ones who have left but I’m also sad that I’ve been left behind.

No options for the ones left without a voice or the ones who I got shit on from the start parents teaching their kids that wrong is right and right is now the old way of thinking. I wait for the right time to crack and I’m zero crack at all issues being blamed on others while the problems intended grows.

Love the ones who made you, love the ones you have left and remember the ones you’ve lost

And it’s as for the ones who have left but I’m also sad that I’ve been left behind.

I care about the world and the condition that it’s in but I care more that you don’t care for it at all.

I’m blinded by a light that doesn’t exist anymore.

Love the ones who made you, love the ones you have left and remember the ones you’ve lost.