I've managed to grab so many things that I've wanted, or come so close to them, and then let them slip out of reach.
"Ever since I've seen your face
This life of mine has gone to waste
I was young and you were old
And I always knew you were cold
At the start you had a heart
But in the end you lost your friend
Can you see your own dark face?
It's dying in a lonely place"
New Order, Face Up
