For The Fallen Dreams

Never coming back, is this what I deserve?
Found in the flood. Drowning in mud.
Washing away all the things in my life.
Manipulating, and seperating.
Is this what you will do from the things that you choose?
From the things that you lose?
Nothing ever happens to you.
If I had said that to your face, your fucking face, your cowardly face...
But down, all this time, you've made nothing of yourself.