I can feel myself falling further and further into such a familiar state.
Making the same mistakes over and over.
It takes more than a fool to walk straight into a shattered hope; a bruised heart.
But it’s okay because I am the fool, it is only I that could endure the pain and torment.
Then again perhaps you’ll save me from the fate of fates?
And it is that ounce of hope that deteriorates my reason.