it burns the hopes I have of ever getting over this

I exhale the things I always keep in,

it must mean I'm breathing, but I don't feel like I'm living

Trapped in the past, and time after time,

the moments I'm stuck in, replay in my mind

I throw seconds into a fountain of faith,

in hopes of finding a light in my head

Words of woe will never digress from reasons unsaid,

foreign eyes will never understand why they were said,

but instead will wither away with the wear of time

or wash away in the tide of an ocean full of regret

Subpar, always below, never above,

just sounds of echoes from a hollow heart void of love

Something to no one, and nothing to anyone,

time is wasting me as I yearn to be young again

In my mind, I'm deserted in a desert of despair,

on a road to nowhere, but I hope I know where 

Silence pierces my ears, I can't hear, 

but I can see pieces of wasted years in the rearview

Even when I know there's no hope,

I will still pretend I know hope