How to even cope,
When you all do is choke.
On your failure,
On your disappointment.
How can you live with yourself?
When you are just one big mistake.

You thought you had talent,
You thought you had passion,
But that was all one big illusion.
It was a comfort blanket wrapped around you,
Thinking its safe, but once off the truth hits you.

There's always room to grow,
That I understand,
But how can you keep going,
When you keep tripping and falling,
On the same wounds, same bruises.

The same blood spills and spells lies.
The ones you have been thinking to yourself.