I can't believe i chose this route, came off too early, maybe.
I can't help looking back, i bailed it now i'm all alone,
I'm always incomplete, idealist, read into this, never going to find me at this rate.
These questions that i ask myself, i dwell on things too long,
The answers that i'll never find. what went wrong.
I could stay but it only makes things worse.
Why do we always throw the better things away.
I settle with making things harder on myself, and i'll never forget,
I'll never forget, i can't forget the first days.
I'm a man on a whim maybe that gives a slim chance of getting along with this.
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