I think I'm losing. Is it too late for me?

I thought, I always thought I'd make it through.

I'm asking you, why?

Is it too late for me?

Your answers never clear or maybe it's just me.

I never took the time.

It's something that I see now.

And I know that you tried but something always held me back.

Every time, something always held me back.

I can't say I'm proud.

You always seem to know.

Some how I know you understand everything about me.

How could it even matter?

I wish I could say the same thing for myself.

The day is almost over, and I'm lost.

I lost another day.

Make a way.

I won't fade. I'll never fade.