Like Moths To Flames Nowhere Left To SinkWatch at the source

I just want to feel. Seems like I'm holding on. Never know what's real until it's all gone. Does is hurt to know I can't get out? Well I'm cursed it shows. All around I know that these failures will not end. Never seen the bright side anywhere. Just when I think there's nowhere left to sink, I find that these failures are in my head. It's getting harder to see the forest from the trees and what I can't avoid keeps coming back to me. Complacent while I kill these empty thoughts. Stuck in a place I swore that I'd forgot. Write me off it's all that I know. Wasting words when I should just let go.