Like a candle in daylight
Just a useless burning
And a lost light
Like a finger on a dying pulse
I can feel you drift
To the vanishing point
Why am I prioritising this
When no one fucking else is?
Carrying the dead weight
To places they can’t appreciate
More fool me
For taking this seriously
When the jokers always win
When to be a lucky moron is all it takes to succeed
We are one group divided
Into two categories:
Those who work to make things happen
And those who are leeching off the back of them
And I am trying not to be jaded
I am trying to hold onto hope
But every little step of progress
Gets destroyed in a single moment
And had I not invested
So much energy and heart
Then I wouldn’t be so bitter
And I wouldn’t be so hurt
And had I not have loved this
While you could merely flirt
Then I wouldn’t have cared when it died
And I wouldn’t be wishing it worked