i believed i was going to make it.
my mind, my body, my soul. all for one dream, one goal,
so why didn't i make it?
somewhere in the back of my mind -
did i even try?
there's all this regret, floating through my head -
could i have done better?
could i have been stronger?
and most importantly (in order to kill this dream) -
has what i've done been worthy of god saying it's all over?