What do you do when you hate what you've become?

It's not like something like that is easy to forget, either.

I guess the first step is moving on.

For me the hate began when

  

//I grow tired of despair with chill in the heart and dry eyes, give me all or give me nothing//

No matter what, the world keeps on spinning,

It’s like you look back and forget you're winning

Can't you just wait one minute?

Don’t you miss me? Just forget it.

Who do you run to, when the whole worlds gone astray,

Who do you go to when your heart has slipped away?

I thought you'd be there for me,

But I'm not even here, you see?

So what the hell have we become? We sit and stare,

 Looking at each other like the other isn't there

It's not like things fall into place and get better on their own.

I had to forget that I loved someone, just so I wouldn't be alone.

Is it possible to lose talent?

Do you lose the talent, or the will to feed it?

What does it even mean to be good at something?

Surely that's only an opinion?