I’m losing faith.
I’m losing hope.
I’m losing you.
Although I never had you to begin with.
I want to say I’m in control;
I want to say I’m in control; but we all know that’s a joke.
I’m trying not to fault you, but it’s getting harder each day.
The silence then seemingly decent excuses are becoming normal.
I try to act like it’s not awful; even trying to live like you aren’t central.
But we all know that’s untruthful.