It's always the same story

Turned down twice, so I wrote this

Another story full of the wrong kind of people,

With minds and desires far too feeble,

This will be just another story that ends without a sequel.

 

Why do nice guys finish last?

 

It is true what they say, you never what you have until it’s gone

But if I had a heart, it would just be another gem I’d try to pawn

 

Looking for emotions and invitations to give out,

Everyone keeps pushing back, and it’s filling me with doubt

It’s time to truly open my eyes, time to see what is really there, time to take another route

 

Sick and tired of people leaving me tired and sick,

But not in the conventional sense,

More like my psyche is under the weather,

I’m and doing my best to make things better

But what do you do when things just aren’t meant to be?

Another man’s dignity far from dent-free.

 

Pride is a peculiar emotion, it only exists under one certain condition:

When I have something within my grasp, when something is almost within reach

Someone has to come and rob me of the potential, sucking out the motivation like a leech

 

I’m going to snap soon