...I stared out into what looked like always for what felt like forever.

Asking "What exactly would I have to do to make this mean as much to you as it means to me?"

But there's something you're not saying, and those eyes give you away.

I'm holding on to all of the things that I've done wrong, and mistakes I've made over and over.

I'm holding on to all the mistakes I've made.

So I wrote this down as fact

just in case I had the chance)

just to say that hope is something that's been built to hold you back.

Everyone I know considers me a joke. With good reason I suppose.

I'm holding on to all of the things that I've done wrong, and mistakes I've made over and over.

I'm holding on to all the mistakes I've made.

It was all in your goodbye...

I'm holding on to all of the things that I've done wrong, and mistakes I've made over and over.

I'm holding on to all the mistakes I've made...

Because all I am is a used to be, a yesterday, a memory.

I see so much that comes and goes.

It makes me wonder what's worth it anymore.