Focused on the little things. Not looking around at what matters most. And you know... I'm so sick of all of the nonsense. I lost my faith again. And if help is on the way, there will be nothing left to save. And it's all we know to do... Just run away. Struggling to find the point in letting you know just what you've done. And I'll have you know, I've given up. Don't worry I'm gone. I'm not coming back.