Such minimal and worthless things I get myself into. I get myself in two. And paragraphs rest angry words onto a landscape that sinks me down to a level much lower than that of an angry kid with loaded words and too many silences. And I am looking back on these past few years I've led myself on. To think I'm better than this. I can't be better than this. Say what you wanted to say; The glory days have worn away. Stranded; we aren't the hopeless. We've got it figured out or so it may seem, maybe I just need some sleep.