I'm starting to feel worn out and dragged along
With each passing day now feeling more wrong
All the effort I've spent, trying to chase the crumbs you've left me
I feel myself falling deeper into a hole you won't catch me from
I'm left waiting, and wanting for things that will never come
And yet I wonder if I deserve to be angry
If I deserve to feel anything at all
You could drop scraps at my feet and I would scramble to catch them
But to give you a feast, you'd only share brief pause
So I wonder, and I have lost so many nights of sleep over a fool's question and a wiseman's answer
Why do I continue to humor such idiocy? Such idealism?
Because I simply fail to learn, and now I'm fighting myself
Between a fantasy and a harsh reality
Between my mind and insanity
