Melancholy Script (ending)

Security An arbitrary need When in all actuality I can't reconcile What I don't have left And you're not budging I can't win I want to remember The way it felt The way I held it all together And all I see Is a misconstrued image of the person I've tried to be You said practice makes perfect And I have tried to make do But reality is fickle Where were you Memories don't stick anymore Foraging for something more to ignore Letting go Of what I want Haunting Every corner Every smell every taste every word that I wasted Is gone Almost like it was never there But the touch still lingers Like ice down my neck What once was a joke Now a fracture in my head I want to remember The way it felt The way I held it all together And all I see Is a misconstrued image of the person I've tried to be You said practice makes perfect And I have tried to make do Reality is fickle Where were you I want to remember The way it felt The way I held it all together And all I see Is a misconstrued image of the person I've tried to be You said practice makes perfect And I have tried to make do But reality is fickle Where were you I want to remember The way it felt The way I held it all together And all I see Is a misconstrued image of the person I've tried to be You said practice makes perfect And I have tried to make do Reality is fickle A vision I withdrew Where were you Where were you And I want to remember The way it felt The way I held it all together And all I see Is someone I don't wanna be Someone I don't wanna be