Time after time you prove to be just a misstep in this time line moving forward. But you still wonder why... You slipped through the cracks, a floor of wasted time. When you bit the last feeding hand, who will catch you from falling? You stood proud on a tower you had no hand in building. You're drowning in your own fiction, you could never keep your head above the water. We put our faith in you, only for you to weigh us down. We worked our whole lives for this. That sinking feeling in your chest? That's just your body telling you; you're nothing more than fucking dead weight. Countless shots at redemption. You are your own plague. You said it best yourself: "I'm over it."