Disappear

Over and over again,
until is grooved out and the fit is for my hands only.

wet with rain as a thousand types of tears fall.

what regret will keep me from sleep tonight?
we all die a little everyday
so I laugh as these puddles slowly turn dry.

Tomorrow is a day to be remade
the possibilities are there
but habits kill and nothing is good forever.

Changes will be made but only out of necessity
wishing never helps
wishing never helps
wishing never helps
wants are only desires set for mass appeal.
as my needs become foggy
I focus towards the clouds and hope for the best.