a hardship at its finest will be my one way ticket.

tired and sore,
my fingers have grown dead at the tips, callous.
my mouth is weak from trying to explain while
these hands tremble from this absence.

as we keep going on and on, arguments seem like a waste of time, worthless.
it seems like its been years since ive seen you and i still have so much to say.


we can no longer walk due to the circumstances that we're in.
youve turned your back on what you said youve always wanted...

now im left here worthless and careless and alone.