All in all, my anti was raised to the point where breaking down seems like a gift.
Give to you, the remains of myself.
Held together by insecurities and my life.
This is, the time of day
This is, when things go my way
This is, me falling down
This is you walking away
Thoughtless and lost
Yesterday was our day
Boring and dumb
Yesterday could of been our day
Regret