Wistful

somewhere between maybe and together forever the translation got lost, and maybe the fault's all mine but I thought I was pretty sure I understood as I stand here alone in the midle of these abandoned plans in this vacant place where nothing makes sense, and I'm running out of time without even trying sinking deeper into what will never be I don't know how many more times I can bring myself to try how many more dreams fade into nothingness as they leave behind fragments of something we once believed in, or at least told ourselves as we sat and ate lies were they lies, really or simply intentions without legs hallucinations without hope plans without scope or maybe delusions that never made it past noon what does it matter now as I am here, filling with tears...