Is there anywhere left for me to turn? Pages and pages of old mistakes from which i’ll never learn. So I say, “hello sorrow, it’s been a while since we last held hands”. I look both ways but i’m too afraid to move forward. Convincing myself that things are okay is harder than it seems, i’m splitting at the seams and i’ve said goodbye to those pleasant dreams. Where do you go when nothing goes your way? All of my roads lead to nowhere, and I don’t want to be nowhere, I don’t want to be nothing. I want to be something, to make a difference in this world of numbers and figures. How far can I run before it catches up to me, that failure to be who I want to be. A cold rope would be warmer than these people ever were.