As It Stands

Everything I have in my head, it begins to fade away.

I search for it and I long for it. Now I know it's gone.

Everything has slipped away.

And I'm so overwhelmed. Everything that rests upon my shoulders

fell.

I would like to tell anyone who has depended on me for

themselves,

"I'm sorry."

Everyone I've held in my arms, I believe I've pushed away.

I would be there if I could be there, but as it stands I'm

gone.

Everyone has slipped away.

And don't be overwhelmed:

Everyone that loved me more than I could tell, "I'm sorry."

There's a private hell for anyone who lives to only love

themselves.

Everyone has slipped away.

Everything has slipped away.