This could've been a train wreck
A total disaster
The end of everything that to this point mattered
Nicks and scraped and fatal falls
Private breakdowns and tearful calls
Not so private now, but wasn't that the point?
To get this story out?
We knew this would hurt
But never knew how loudThis is manning up
This is standing ground
Because you can't move forward if the footholds give outDidn't mean to be such a let down
Didn't think I'd ever have to say,
I'm oh so sorry but I'm not sure I have
What it takes anymore.
Or any faith in me
I just know I'm more vulnerable
Than I ever thought I could beIt's probably the best that I could say
If I'm too old, weak or late
This all falls in your lap
And I don't know how to feel about that
What qualified me for this?
Taxing attempts at a positive influence
That I've distorted
That I'm still hoping to haveCan't look at this like a let down
Knowing the impact made
On myself
On anyone tied to me
Throw it away
The thought that things can be the same
Eyes ahead, with past outlines empty and tucked awayI stopped keeping track
Of everything that I'm not getting back
I've learned that lists like that
Only serve to counter act
The progress I could make
And steps that I could takeIt's not "getting back"
It's finally finding out
That you can't move forward if the footholds give out