Complacent کے بول

Years that passed have gone to waste Tracing numbers on a lined page, feeling stagnant Nothings changed It's all the same Running circles in my mind, affirming the fact that You're just a thought from the past It feels like I'm walking on glass To you All those excuses you made The people that I pushed away For you Enough is enough And now we're done All the things you said on paper Traits I had to cater Pretentious behavior Still complacent Shots without a chaser Turn around and face her Stop asking for favors Still complacent Self improvements taking place Gathering up strength Reclaiming composure Burning bridges ties will break Cutting off loose ends, piecing the fragments