Once upon a time, the future was mine.
I thought it was a sign from the divine.
But instead it was a lie.
So I guess this is goodbye.
The pictures of my past haunt all my days,
leaving me covered in a damaged haze.
Can’t move forward and can’t stand still.
So, I guess I’ll swallow another pill.
And so I sit here in this room alone,
Consistently starring at my stupid phone.
I imagine the conversations we shared
and cry when I remember how you cared.
And when I find my way back to this home,
I’m reminded that I am alone.
I tell myself that I’m not stuck in the past,
but I’m running out of reasons why fast.
I wish I knew what’ll happen when I reach the brink.
But who cares, I’ll just grab another glass and drink.
Just know it’s not you I want to forget.
It’s the massive veins of pain and regret.
Once upon a time, I thought the future was mine.
But I found nothing is promise or sign…
And so I stand here alone in this room.
So saturated with dark and gloom.
I prayed that I wouldn’t be alone,
But you’ll never answer your goddamn phone.