Et tu, Brute? (Then Fall Caesar)

The Rubicon crossed and the army stopped at the gates. Nothing left to do now but float downstream till I reach a rock to cling to. This will be the last of my new beginning. A change put off indefinitely so I can keep floating, too worn to reach for another support. At least it was a quick, god knows it had been drawn on long enough. Forgive me if I'm rude, I'm not trying to make attacks I'm just a wounded animal lashing out. With time it will just be another scar with a story, a story that I'm sad to say was not as good as some. So here is my letting go to rush back into the lifestyle I once lived but was trying to escape. Back to drowning my troubles in trouble of another sort. Forgive me for my loss of words but what was left inside I've emptied here.

But I got a plan (I got a plan)
To drink for forty days and forty nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And every time you fed the line,
“you mean so much to me”
I'm without you.

-Brand New