42

it's funny how it happens it's like it just began one step five I've moved on- I've fallen below You're only as strong as you think as you become even when you're lungs exasperated stomach rolling a pain you have no choice but to swallow regurgitate it up here we go again the merry-go-round deep inside the forest where the outsiders creep that's where I lurk, above the trees far from where you'll ever think of me 42 and counting seems easy, done it all before And you don't see why I can't take twice the broken heart twice the excuses twice right from the start yet I'm the only one who loses... trying to keep- dignity separate agony is venturing near- a black hole inside my mind- and my heart- well it's black black as the blackest hole and radiation shoots out- feet first why does it still sting at 42 and counting?