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a part
you’re always first to wonder why i’m trapped inside,
but always the last to think about finding my way out.
you’ve got your own way that you’ll never let me follow.
you know i’m always left behind, yet you'll never find me.
we’re both aware i can never be a part of it,
so i end up further away from where i want to be.
you know i have nothing,
so why not at least give me something?
i’m still here at the bottom,
when i could’ve been above it by now.
maybe someday you’ll see just what this is doing to me,
but until then keep living your life like i don’t exist
because even i am unsure if i do, anymore.
and just what is so wrong with me,
that makes it so i can’t fit among these replicas?
maybe it’s the fact that i’m so far behind all of them
it's the fact that i sink
while all of them rise above the ashes of my burning rope
but soon this fuse shall be shortened
is it all just one constant failure, after all?
you know that nothing ever lasts forever
it’s all their fault for picking this apart, for digging me this hole
i can’t ever put these pieces back the way they used to be
(i can’t be a part of it)
