While I can

Sometimes I wish
It would all go away
Sometimes I wish
I knew a better way

But in the end
I dont know better
Because in the end
I have my letter

I miss the days
I use to laugh
I miss the days
I atleast had half

It gets too much sometimes
And that is when I crumble
This is the time
That I start to stumble

I got slack
and I told too much
Now you'll get scared
And wont even touch

After all these years
I finally told
After all these years
Is this really how is is going to unfold?

So many questions
But never an answer