Why do I feel bad again? I shouldn't be sad or miss a grin. Doubt creeps in and doubt creeps out, Skews the view from my cloud. Troublemaker tempting fate, Questioning the path I take, Showing me the twists and turns, The forks and points of no return. I would hold my breath so long To wash ashore where I belong. Broken roses on the steps, Like promises I never kept. Promises I never made But could have honored anyway. Tied to years, slave to fears, I will always hold you dear. Tired, troubled but sincere, Wishing... Fuck the rime. Wishing I had a time To wish you mine. Every day I choose to spend the rest of my life with her And every day I break the molds of lives and worlds. I already miss the things that I will never know. I will never know the things that i've already missed.