HoLE Down, down, down I go. Into a bad place. I am a waste. Oh in all thing I cannot face, I taste... Bitterness in things gone well, waiting to fall. I'm in a stall, its what they call a “free fall”. Down, down, down, into the hole. Have been told, nothing is ever gold, Guess I'll mold. Time is for the weakness, thats inside me. Can you not see, the failure that is me?