06.01.10 (building/burning)

it's harder to build a bridge than it is to mend a broken one and by the time i've gotten the courage you're already long gone and so i set off on my own on a desperate search to find a new home but i'm quick to chase my own tail i'm poor boy, destined to fail what a sob story i am nothing i do ever works out right and the second something is wrong i turn tail and run away in fright i set off again on my own chasing my tail, running back home maybe my mind's just too frail a boy made of glass, made to fail what a nightmare this is too lazy to try, too confused to cry i drive myself mad every day and then drink myself stupid every night and then i'm off again on my own i'm running again, away from this home forever on this lonesome trail just a stupid, selfish kid, born to fail