And as the good times go on we fill them up.
We choose a good side, or bad
It's all the same after a while.
We just try to file it all away.
We'd say anything to justify the means,
but once we wipe away the steam
the morning's mirror still stares back at us.
Our biggest enemy is our reflection.
It tears us apart inside and yet brings us back down to reality.
Our slates now filled,
And there is no room for our mistakes, nor our accomplishments.
Every night we wish to go back.
Once upon a weary night we wake to find a blank slate.
Hope lives once more, those past we merely take as lessons now.
Now we live the way we should, have so long ago.
-Adam Klein