Wasted

Here lies my faith in evidence our glory days lay wait ahead

Each second sealing aging's curse where everything keeps getting worse

But I'm still here lumbering on that thin facade of purpose gone

And what pathetic husk remains endlessly echoes the refrain

I had everything and squandered it all

Sense of direction ambition momentum and gaul

And now all I ever do is complain, fetishizing the person I never became

So here I am the archetype of everything that I despise

Trying my best to comfortably assume a new identity

But time moves on and life won't wait for you to stall and contemplate

On where it started going wrong

Can't course correct just move along