I can never win.
Going round and round.
I hate this
never ending circle
you trapped me in.
I should say that,
No they're all lies.
A false speaking mouth,
but my eyes...
they tell the truth.
Deep down in
the gray-blue depths
you see my soul.
I scream
and I don't know
what for, but I do.
Last of three
self Pity,
self Loathing,
self Denial,
south of the Nile...
Trapped in my heart,
prisoner to my pain,
slave of myself.
A battle all ready lost...
one I still fight.
Though its unbearable...
I won't die happy
knowing I lost
without this fight,
even if its hopeless
and I die
I know it was for you...
