Memoirs

frustrated by failure, failure to communicate

i just want to give up throw in the towel, let it all slip away

every things become a filthy version of what it once was

I'm disgusted by my waning passion and my embrace for guilt

retrospect brings regret

but for now I'm shutting it all out

just expect nothing less

to be filled with self loathing and doubt

this potent sting of remorse is killing me because

retrospect brings regret

from now on I'm shutting it all out

i guess i lied when i said id die trying

so it would seem that I'm better off lying

in a pool of misery in the nearest reaches

of despair because I've reached rock bottom

clutching memories making sure I've got them

and if nothing more ill take them to my fucking grave

I've given all i can and i cant give anymore

been screaming "fuck!" for so long my throat is blood and raw

and letting it slip away is something that i thought id never do

looking back at the photographs to see

the difference was in my eyes

i must have lost something along the way,

used to turn anger to drive

but my eyes are open to reality

I'm through asking questions like "why me?"

I'm fucking done and I'm admitting defeat

and i wouldn't have it any other way

i wouldn't have it any other way, no one else can control me

and when i looked back i realized the difference was in my eyes

and now that I've come to terms with the relentlessness of misery

and recaptured the urgent feelings of despair

i feel whole again, whole again in the emptiness

and that is something i will both despise and cherish.

with every fiber of my being

coming to terms with the misery

coming to terms with the relentlessness

and thats something i will despise

with every fiber of my being

coming to terms with the misery

coming to terms with the relentlessness

and thats something i will cherish

and I'll do it with the greatest sincerity