nights like this, talking to old friends.
Find out what you're missing in life, find the potentials you're not living alive.
Discover what you've done wrong, pour a bucket of guilt and soak your hair in it.
Soak it deeply, get drunk in your foolishness.

And i wonder how long i've been walking without looking.
How numerous the days i've spent sleeping with the enemy.
Uncover the lies with the truth exposed, my eyes cannot run away by fixated on its prose.
As the honest tongue rolls out judgement on this miserable soul

Its time to admit my mistake, its time to move on.
Thanks may.