When we have reached a certain age, our expectation and others are not the same, the things we're proud of doing and be, now became stagnant and far from the dreams we see, I now lay sobbing speaking of the past, wishing for a future that's not certain and won't last, the long foot steps I'm planning to take, are now burried with the bad decisions that I make, the feeling of helpless and hopeless be, have now became my bittersweet remedy, I'm sorry I've been a burden still, no longer a saviour of your sanity wheel.