Me and my navigator

Stuck in between the tunnel, looking south we’d be foul if we ever said we never contemplate about walking back just to ask for forgiveness, in our luggage we’re carrying a picture of ourselves, from a distance you’d vow there’s happiness unfortunately we’re the other side of the story. We know very well what happened deep down in my own heart; instead of blowing candles we’re here trying to make a living, we hardly wish any pain upon you. You once managed us and visualised yourself right next to us but coffee told us to pull back.

With so much change I doubt I’d recognise my own face without my glasses on, with the number of mistakes we’ve stumbled across we’re even thinking of scrapping our names on them and with so many scars hidden we’re scared to even lift our faces.

I failed, I failed, I failed...

“We’re still going forward... are you sure? It’s pretty dark here”