When It rains I can't help but think of all the time that I've wasted,

 

All the times I've been wasted on the alcohol I've tasted,

 

It's not the fact that I feel I haven't achieved,

 

Or found it hard to stand up off of my knees.

 

I think the fact that worries me most is that I come back as a ghost, to revisit my past and live all my mistakes again,

 

See loved ones I've lost and those I used to call friends,

 

There is no way of knowing, so I will keep on going and pretend,

 

I'm not done yet so this can't be the end.

 

A broken heart walking hand in hand with fractured dreams, 

 

nothing is ever what it seems, 

 

never knowing, 

 

never growing,

 

never planting those seeds.