I thought it was done, that the story had just begun, looking forward to the fun, but i just jumped the gun.
Maybe i fought it too much, got left in the dust, gave too much trust, now the feelings have collected the rust
Maybe i didn't fight it enough, feeling too rough, the going gets tough, everything's stuffed.
Maybe it will work itself out, maybe its the doubt, maybe its just a bout, but it feels like there is no way out.
Maybe this is how it ends, maybe it wont bend, it breaks like there is no way to mend, maybe this is how it ends.
