I can’t just take it back, and I can’t just let it go.

When I look everything over, I just don’t know what I know.

If I knew all the answers, I wouldn’t sit and ponder.

But this is life, and I can’t keep what I have inside much longer.

 

Nothing seems to turn out right, nothing seems to fly.

We all struggle to do something brilliant, in the time before we die.

Nobody seems to listen, nobody seems to care.

You could see the bright side, only if you stare.

 

You could wait one day, or you could wait forever.

You can lie down and sleep, saying that you’d never.

Love could be your fabricated savior, when in reality it’s hell.

But that isn’t my job to know, and only time will tell.

 

The spectators will look at you; they’ll scrutinize your actions.

And if you aren’t careful, they’ll divide your life into fractions.

You’ll be your own destruction, should you let others tell you what is so.

It would be your own fault, for letting go of what you know.

 

Letting go of your expectations, in hopes of pleasing another.

The thoughts begin to swirl, your mind begins to smother.

You can only realize your mistake, when it’s one day too late.

Misery stares, and crooks a smirking smile.

Stay down here, stay down for a while…