Vain,
It's all completely pointless and holds no meaning
With every step I take, I'm soon forced to realize that I've taken a hundred steps back-wards
A part of me; most of me says not to try anymore, the side I'm tempted to follow. The foolish side of me whispers that things will be ok, bursting with optimism
I wish that side would burn to ashes, as it exists from everything I've come to hate
For the reasons I keep trying, I've found they don't exist at all
I wander aimlessly, I'm lost and don't know which direction to walk in,
And realize I've been running around in circles,
To nowhere.
