I think I'm losing. Is it too late for me? I thought, I always thought I'd make it through. I'm asking you, why? Is it too late for me? Your answers never clear or maybe it's just me. I never took the time. It's something that I see now. And I know that you tried but something always held me back. Every time, something always held me back. I can't say I'm proud. You always seem to know. Some how I know you understand everything about me. How could it even matter? I wish I could say the same thing for myself. The day is almost over, and I'm lost. I lost another day. Make a way. I won't fade. I'll never fade.