We'll I'm back at it.
I'm back to this point.
I'm back to running away.
I'm back to my habits.
I'm back to my mood.
I'm back to the "good ol' days."
But they aren't good.
Not like they were.
They've been tainted by betrayal.
I'm doing things wrong.
I'm unhappy again.
I'm flying off the rails.
The wreck will come soon.
This isn't it yet.
Though it might seem to be right now.
Is bet things get worse
Even though at the moment
I'm not quite yet sure how.
So until then I'll wait.
Just like I do.
Just like I've always done.
At least while I wait
I can keep on pretending
That I'm having lots of fun.
But the sadness is there.
It's all very real.
And it's always going to be.
I just wish it was you
That was coming back
Instead of the old me.
