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