I’d let the past be the past, if it’d be done with me.
Nothing good comes easily, don’t fool yourself.
Shall I compare thee to me all the days of my life?
Good.
Your love is unobtainable.
Everything I can’t be is everything you want.
I am just not enough.
Good.
Fight for everything, fight for nothing.
Take everything from me, I’m already lonely.
You’ve got me at a loss.
Good.
It’s clear that you don’t have a clue.
Tell me what’s “good”?
Am I, or have I ever been that?
The Wandering Mind 