| frustrated by failure, failure to communicate |
| i just want to give up throw in the towel, let it all slip away |
| every things become a filthy version of what it once was |
| I’m disgusted by my waning passion and my embrace for guilt |
| retrospect brings regret |
| but for now I’m shutting it all out |
| just expect nothing less |
| to be filled with self loathing and doubt |
| this potent sting of remorse is killing me because |
| retrospect brings regret |
| from now on I’m shutting it all out |
| i guess i lied when i said id die trying |
| so it would seem that I’m better off lying |
| in a pool of misery in the nearest reaches |
| of despair because I’ve reached rock bottom |
| clutching memories making sure I’ve got them |
| and if nothing more ill take them to my fucking grave |
| I’ve given all i can and i cant give anymore |
| been screaming «fuck!» for so long my throat is blood and raw |
| and letting it slip away is something that i thought id never do |
| looking back at the photographs to see |
| the difference was in my eyes |
| i must have lost something along the way, |
| used to turn anger to drive |
| but my eyes are open to reality |
| I’m through asking questions like «why me?» |
| I’m fucking done and I’m admitting defeat |
| and i wouldn’t have it any other way |
| i wouldn’t have it any other way, no one else can control me |
| and when i looked back i realized the difference was in my eyes |
| and now that I’ve come to terms with the relentlessness of misery |
| and recaptured the urgent feelings of despair |
| i feel whole again, whole again in the emptiness |
| and that is something i will both despise and cherish. |
| with every fiber of my being |
| coming to terms with the misery |
| coming to terms with the relentlessness |
| and thats something i will despise |
| with every fiber of my being |
| coming to terms with the misery |
| coming to terms with the relentlessness |
| and thats something i will cherish |
| and I’ll do it with the greatest sincerity |