My blinding distraction, gone in seconds, for hours of your wasted moments, I dug a grave for my purpose. Tuned into a bright future, sat front row, as it crumbled and fell. Tie me up nice so I don"t have to feel this relief flowing through my veins. Always chasing, always hating, ever loving, never enough. My subconscious effort not to succeed. Where did my refuge go? You used to hold me, now we embrace and you turn your back