Wandering - Such a Mess

I feel the weight on my shoulders, feet sink an inch into the ground with every

year older.

am I losing ground?

Trouble seems to find me I can’t run away from mistakes I let them define me

Not lost, not found

Will I live to see another day or will this fucking pressure bury me?

All my blues are quickly turning grey.

I’ll take the blame for everything

I guess something is better than nothing

Take it or leave it

I guess most things are better than nothing

Maybe one day I’ll see it

I guess nothing could be better than somethings

I’ll take the blame for everything