Take me back to the age of innocence.

I'm still breathing that has to count for something, right? As the score stands world - 1, me - 0. I can't win, I can't fathom, I can't, I can't. What can I do exactly. Peddaling in a constant state of backwardness. If that's even a fucking word. I don't even recognize myself lately. Clad head to toe in an attire which reaks of regret. I don't expect the world to reward my wrongdoings. Leverage would be wonderful. I spit game that I don't plan on ever justifying. Expired feelings and hurt pride. If I wrote my own biography I would paint myself as the victim or maybe the villan, I can't tell the two apart nowadays. I need to accept responsiblity and regain my knowledge of the world of the vulnerable.