Standing down. Passing the time, as the day rolls into flames.nKnowing it could only end this way, no matter who is handed the blame.nStill waiting for the impact. Dreaming of a way to detach.nThe lesson's learned, let's all go home and wait again for the end.nnSo I stare with eyes open, it's hard to ignore,nhow we've wound up at this point, what I'm sorry for.nI don't mean to complain, my composure I'll maintain.nRegret is nothing compared to what it became.nThe sum of all actions will break you in two.nYou'll find me in envy of those who stay true.nThis kind of abstraction I could not foresee.nNow the image is too clear in the hopeless debris.nnTalking back to nothing, 'cuz nothing is all that we have left,nto explore. I must assure, there is no way to forgive.nAnd after all the mistakes, what little good is now erased.nLessons unlearned, let them burn, again.nnSo I stare with eyes open, it's hard to ignore,nhow we wound up at this point, what I'm sorry for.nI don't mean to complain, my composure I'll maintain.nRegret is nothing compared to what it became.nThe sum of all actions will break you in two.nYou'll find me in envy of those who see it through.nThis kind of abstraction I could not foresee.nNow the image is too clear in the hopeless debris.