Every once in a blue moon

I find myself wondering

Redundant and Rethinking

Wallowing in self-pity

Was it really meant for me

So sick of giving up the fight

Before I’ve even begun my life

So here I sit on the edge of a knife

And I’m tired of the night

Well I’ve finally found

My own footprints in the ground

So maybe it’s a worthless life

But I’m still going with a fight

Fade in to my Life

/AN/ Update on the profile, R&R please/AN/