Incomplete

i can't believe i chose this route, came off too early, maybe.
i can't help looking back, i bailed it now i'm all alone,
i'm always incomplete, idealist, read into this, never going to find me at this rate.


these questions that i ask myself, i dwell on things too long,
the answers that i'll never find. what went wrong.
i could stay but it only makes things worse.
why do we always throw the better things away.
i settle with making things harder on myself, and i'll never forget,
i'll never forget, i can't forget the first days.
i'm a man on a whim maybe that gives a slim chance of getting along with this.