amongst stalactites of heart, where simply growing's the finest art, i find it hard to watch relations fall apart
and what's the point in burning out when there's no one around to blame when the trampled path 'self pity' is what's driving you insane.
as i get older some get old and conversations turn so cold, i find it so hard to react, understand and reconnect.
when life decisions became lifelong excuses and the past remains nothing else to you but bruises when higher powers gain deeper meaning you better go and dig them up, before they occupy your heart - the reason why things are how they are!
when there's no one left to point at, will i point fingers at myself? - stuck in my mind, stuck in reactions, stuck in boredom and it's attractions and if this whole life was a closet full of good times out of trend then every single doubt about myself will be waiting on the bottom shelf.
when life decisions gave you lifelong excuses. excuse me.