torn out of comfort thrown into life lean on the hope of leisure thats honest think about how all this time what i expected from myself dread the thought of all well find if you go reaching in that darkness breathing you in was the surest sign that even your scent could make me feel honest i wanted that and so much more wont accept that i lost out it hurts to think that all ive felt was only leading me nowhere the expectations of 2 bodies gliding in the dark the expectations of what i imagined from the start1