Retrospect is a funny ol' thing and my hindsight has never been clearer.
No need for gla**es here but its like staring at a dirty mirror, i try and i f** 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?
Youd think id learn the first time but i just f** it up again.
The story of my life