this is what we call a tragedy

i found myself wrong again
staring out my window
wondering what i should't have said.

i found myself at home again
waiting for the after call
from the fallout that feels like such a mess.

i can only be myself
I"M SORRY THAT's HELL FOR YOU.

so i listen to your complains again
i bite my tongue in vain again
as i allow things to slowly settle in.

no matter what i do.i'm never good enough.