Only so much time can be erased, can be deleted.
Until a point where you won but you feel so defeated.
This fight you put up just to untie a dead knot.
And to carry on when your back gets shot.
You stare down at your own two hands.
How much blood seeped through these sweat glands?
Torn up and sewn back over and over again.
Each step you take your position still remain.
When you're outta sight, you're outta mind.
That's a direct hit for being so unkind.
Your understanding is as good as grabbing onto thin air.
You should've known that you'd lose your flare.
Thought you had it all figured out from start.
Guess after all, you ain't that smart.