Retrospect is a funny ol' thing and my hindsight has never been clearer.
No need for glasses here but it's like staring at a dirty mirror,
I try and i fuck up again.
Broken records dont repeat this much.
Again and again and again.
Handfuls of salt mashed into fresh wounds and even the oldest scars torn open but when will it end?
What am i doing here again?
You'd think id learn the first time but i just fuck it up again.
The story of my life.
