Patched-up Perfection

I sit here alone,
While the jukebox sings my song..
Had I stood up and walked away,
This ache would've gone away.

I keep trying every night,
But nothing's wrong, nothing's ever right.
Try to keep calm but i keep tripping
Try to be steady but i keep on slippin

Try as much as i may,
As much as i might.
The future don't look so bright.