I've just opened my eyes to my bad decisions.
There is a bad taste of foolishness stuck in my mouth.
Even in my delirium, it's obvious that I made it to the bottom of the fall.
I laughed because I was so far from hearing anyone else's amusement.
I should have known that I would only find solitude down here.
When you put that line down, I took my leap of faith,
and here is where the problem lays, me; bottomed out and empty.
Soon, I know I have to figure things out, but I am going to make it up as I go.
Reality down here is so out of focus, but I grit my teeth and accept that it just won't.
I'm unsure how long how its been from then and now since loneliness has replaced you, my friend.
Maybe this is just a cruel lesson that I sought after.
