Falling into the mold you promised you�d never be.
A hypocrite; a loner�out there by yourself.
Just a dusty, old book on a lost & forgotten shelf.
Blinded by that paycheck or promise of a bright future,
You feel tricked like a fish just snagged on a lure.
Good times, bad times�what�s the point?
Cut off from happiness like a severed limb or broken joint.
Just one step away from joy is an eternity in hell.
An insignificant drop of rain that suddenly fell.
Holding on by a thread, common sense or peace of mind.
Forever disappointed, you�re still a step behind.