Days spent struggling to keep these few last screws from coming loose, but time keeps stripping the threads instead. Everyday I find myself retracing the same shallow footsteps and ending up in the same dead ends. Some say that life is a gift. Some say life is shit. But i truly believe, life is what you make of it. Im no half hearted man, but I have my doubts. Stuck in this troubled mind with no way out. Walking this earth in the shadow of a ghost. No direction, no place to call my home. I grown so numb to this complacency. It all feels so natural, like this is where I'm supposed to be. Where i can stand as one. Broken but holding on. Where I can piece myself back together. On my own. Where i can stand as one. Solitude. Where i can find myself lost, but not alone. Solitude. Im no half hearted man, but I have my doubts. Stuck in this troubled mind. I k now this place too well. Isolation. I know this place too well. I know it all too well