second chance

i'm sunk deep in make believe so why even think it's a possibility that you'd ever come back to me actually....i think that's called high hopes partially because i honestly feel something like love all this crying has got me feeling inside like a puss and it might've took everything i had from my hands now that's why i look so miserable 'cause it's so hard to get a second chance maybe if i didn't fail the first time i wouldn't be waiting on some sort of sign to tell me if i get another try i just gotta live with the mistakes i've made and not let her choices drive me insane live my life for me and make it my responsibility to keep myself happy but words are much easier to speak than actions are to take i think it takes a fraction of the time to actually speak your mind rather than naturally taking action so i multiply my frustration and anger a hundred times and put it down on paper instead of doing something so stupid and that i might regret because i'd probably find myself crying in my hands once again living life without a second chance