Every once in awhile I get tangled up on my loose ends
and I strangle myself on promises made to old friends.
Just once he'd like to take one step forward, not two steps back.
Like the drops in the bucket balanced on his back
The little things add up so fast.

In every sense of the word his life has become effortless.
Like pride, it's easy to swallow, but it’s difficult to digest.
Just once he'd like to take one step forward, not two steps back.
Like the drops in the bucket balanced on his back
The little things add up so fast.

You didn’t learn a thing,
You wallow and still cling to your mistakes, like they're precious memories.
You never gave enough,
Thought that you were tough but you were weak, and I have no sympathies

My opinion may not necessarily represent
all the thoughts and attitudes of those I've grown to resent,
But from time to time I take a step back to reflect
on the self destroying ideals I once fought to protect