Foolhardy

I’m not tired anymore
I’ll wait up for something new
I’m not proud of who I am. I’m not proud of you
It’s alright
I don’t know where I’m going or who I’ll be
Next time you see me, I’ll probably be dead
No affliction for my pain
I only hope to try again when we’re older
Listen up for something that I might say
Open up for someone that I can’t touch
(but) You wanted badly what I couldn’t have
I’ll make it right
It’s not an excuse. Been a long time since you could ever be here
I made mistakes too like no other
Not to bother you
I feel I lost your attention but I can’t be sure if I’ll still be yours
No intention of leading you on
I can’t get rid of it
There’s too much fear in me. You are the reason
Take the fall
(and) all your time better be so what
I’ll rid my being. I will be writing out of everyone’s notes
Do you still exist? I wanted not to break the silence
I’m done helping you get out of this
Was it all a lost cause?