always asked for the minimum but i was given nothing.

yet, i still searched for more in an abyss of nothing.

because you could of been someone's everything.. and that someone could of been me.

i wanted it to be me.

still trying to convince myself that you aren't the one for me.

and the more i see, the easier it seems.

because nothing adds up.

no, nothing adds up.

your only consistencies are still inconsistencies.

it takes just as much energy to be direct than it does to not be.

you'd think by now you'd know.

yeah, i'd think by now you'd know.

but no, so we just end up right back where we started...

still using the same strategies and hoping for a different ending.

and i'm still searching for the easy way out.

but it's like searching for something to grab on to in an abyss of nothing.

i dove in too deep.

and i'm the only one who could save me.

it's hard to speak when i'm steady trying to swim ashore.

half the time you're busy chasing dreams, and watering the roots of your social promiscuity.

forgive my lack of acknowledgement, or actually don't.

i've taken my liberties to ignore the things you've taken the liberty to make yours.

so much for credit where it's due...

seems like mine is forever overdue.

what sense does it make?

to follow someone you don't follow...

to not have the liberty to like a photo of someone you admire...

none, what so ever.

still searching, but there's nothing to grab on to in an abyss of nothing.

there's nothing.

not even you.