How did I end up here, in this self delusioned life. I'm 
giving up on anyone with a common state of mind. I gave 
it all I had to give and now it's over, and I don't think 
they ever cared. But I'm just fine. I'll keep my head up 
because I know that I'll be alright. So I'll be coming 
back around seeking every kind of useless attention. I 
should probably mention that every moment I am searching 
for something or anyone that I can call my own. And how 
did I end up here? Just scraping to get by. I've given up 
on everyone thats ever crossed my mind. And I want it 
all, I wanted a life free of this and now its over, and 
there is so much I have missed. I cant bank on fate to 
bring me anything. I'm huddled up with the notion that 
there's something meant for me. We attach ourselves to 
this idea that we all have a destiny. But life's too 
short to spend it waiting on something or someone you've 
never seen.