Unlucky first to be the last

Completely unaware of the fact

Time would move this fast

Smothered with no contact

Avoiding the conversations

Well-meaning as they are

Felt more like accusations

Why I only made it this far

Where was my secret sauce

Supposed guardian angels

Lost in drowning applause

My dreams all now fables

A sense of self perverted

Because I was left for dead

With abject failure I flirted

Whilst losing the war in my head