This time i'm giving up, i won't come back for any retribution.
The monsters of my past are feasting wildly inside my chest.
The day is gone, like all the chances that i’ve ever wasted. tonight is all i've got now.
Crawling back with no compassion or indulgence
Memories squeeze up in my throat till i choke.
Take me back in time now, and show me all i used to love has become another nightmare, has become another useless faded cause.
That's so miserable. passion has been stifled.
Good times seem all gone. we sank with every step we moved.
Being overcome by so many doubts, i'd rather find a way to concentrate and start to reason against thoughts raging like a storm.
There's no way to contain this self-destructive apathy.
My troubled wait for worries to fade out
Never comes to an end unless i'm totally worn out.
All the signs point straigh to this, there's no more uncertainty: those who quit in time enjoy the privilege to not have to hold tight when everything he fought for is breaking down.