Boredem seeps into the wandering mind
Numbers that hold no meaning...

Distance. Seperation.
3 years since passed...

Theres a strain in my muscles.
A cloud over my mind...

I love you.
I hate you...

I can't escape your everywhere.
Your suffocating me...

All I hear is lies.
They are burning in my brain...

Stop telling me how I feel.
Stop telling me what to do...

I'm breaking apart inside.
I'm falling down into my own self loathing...

I smell death,
it's back again...

A bead of sweat,
lays on your forehead...

To die once,
and be re-born...

Counting days,
can't escape...