It all seemed so easy when it was me
it seemed simple enough for me to be
be the coward that ends what he starts
sucking in all those other's criticizing darts

the vision so unsteady
unlike the past, where it seemed so straight
illusioned i seemed so unready
as if i had myself toyed with fate

confused with doubts in my mind
yelling at the heart so sickly illed
with a question that wants me to find
my own ending to selfishly sealed

that single mistake that caused all these
wavered my strongest will
since it was i who made it still
giving me reason for me to cease

my mind so cloudy and blurred
i cannot think and i cannot see
which decision should set me free
to hang on or just to leave it slurred

i knew the answer, i really do
but why does it seemed so hard to return
i'm messed up though seemingly cool
with that mistake that slowly burn

somehow i'll standby here
and watch us live
two entity on their fear
one so mad and one so diff
and watch the folded unfold