everybody makes them but
I wanted to be the one whose mistakes don’t show,
I’ve let everyone down;
even I can’t put up with me no more.
I always took things as they came;
I build upon what others would regret,
as usual I’m the only one I’m gonna blame
but now I want a time machine to avoid the upsets.
it hurts in the tête. it hurts I can’t forget.
it hurts to think of everything we could’ve became.
it’s chaos in my brain, my body’s full of pain,
I don’t know myself anymore,
you’re not the only stranger in the rain,
I can’t tell if the name I deplore’s even mine anymore.
Now I’m a collection of yearnings and lies I told myself,
I quite need what you always provided,
love, empowerment, opportunity and help.