I feel like a minor league pitcher, who's been throwing fastballs for 6 months straight
and his arm is torn beyond belief
unable to throw anymore
he reaches back to throw, but the ball just drops in front of him
dropping knee in failure as he's pulled from the game, knowing that he's failed his teammates
only to relate that to the rest of his life
failed relationships
horrible grades from college
mediocre life
no love, no strength, no anything
just failure
I can't explain why I feel this way
but I do