Habits

Whisper's from behind closed doors.
Listening till my eyes are sore.
You don't want this life anymore, yet can't take a step back from that window that's cracked.
"Old habits are hard to break".
You've know, along time ago change needed to make some head way. Tho you put obstacles in the way.
Always finding "one more day" to satisfy habitual delay's.

You ponder Life, of another "life".
This one's out of turns. The high's even gave way to a wasted burn.
Trying to find a solution, to conclude your difficult conclusions that only made illusions. -whiteshadoe