Good Riddance

I tend to be the one to walk around forgetting hope

But never tend to soak the innocence when spending those

Countless days away in a daze

Of my own self pity, and lifting up all my faith, it's my

Consolation prize for dying to try

But I wont leave it to my inhibitions, witness I'm spry

It's like, every time I try to finish my lines

I have to think about a better time, it's better I'm confessing my

Lack of love through a medium I know and love

And that is backwards but I factor in the coax of one

Individual to make me feel real

And they know that I'm compassionate and get how I feel, I still