I used to think. That you were good. That you were
passionate. Your life seemed to be. What you wanted the
most. You screwed up. All for you dreams. By pushing
everyone that was around you. I need to breathe. To keep
control. A twisted quest for power has begun. Reverse the
time. I want to erase the moment. When you decided to
come along. Your mind. Memories. Of what’s left behind.
Your guts are hungry. And your head crammed with stress.
Your mind. Memories. Of what’s left behind. Your heart
won’t follow. You can’t stand yourself. Look around.
Trying to reach. Everything that you failed. Don’t budge.
You won’t succeed. You’re already half a decade too late.
When I take my last strength. To water down what’s
behind. I know you are lost because the fire won’t stop.
Plunge your eyes. Go strait in mine. The vulture in my
heart will hunt you down; the need to scream. To forget
about control. A two player challenge for power won’t be
won. Looking at you. Still and cold I have no regrets.
Your tears don’t reach my thoughts. Don’t look for
comfort in my eyes. Grab ahold of yourself. Change the
speed of your breath. I want to erase the moment. When
you decided to come along. Your guts are hungry. And your
head crammed with stress. Your mind. Memories of what’s
left behind. I won’t take any time. Trying to know you
better. You strike again. And crash on my world. You make
me remember what I can’t stand you. Is this even real or
just in your built up stories?
