Sometimes I walk out at night, I look at my bare hands and what they've done in the past. I just can't get a hold of myself and I blame life, because it's going too fast. It seems I can't keep up with every fault that I make and all the people that I've lost because of this in the past. These mistakes keep clinging onto me but I keep hoping : "This one might be the last." But some things just never changeso I'll remain the same.