As It Stands

As It Stands

Everything I have in my head, it begins to fade away.
I search for it and I long for it. Now I know it's gone.
Everything has slipped away.

And I'm so overwhelmed. Everything that rests upon my shoulders
fell.
I would like to tell anyone who has depended on me for
themselves,
"I'm sorry."

Everyone I've held in my arms, I believe I've pushed away.
I would be there if I could be there, but as it stands I'm
gone.
Everyone has slipped away.

And don't be overwhelmed:
Everyone that loved me more than I could tell, "I'm sorry."
There's a private hell for anyone who lives to only love
themselves.

Everyone has slipped away.
Everything has slipped away.