IT MAY BE THE END

I'm running and running
To where I don't know.
My mind's racing so fast
And I'm feeling so low.

You tell me these promises
Because you hope I'll believe
Every lie drags me deeper
Towards the bottom;I cannot be retrieved.

Help is what you claim to give
Entice me with your charm
Enough of these stupid lies
No more hanging on your arm

Death seems more suitable
Than this confusion
It May Be The End
Of friendship, of love
Of lust,of life.