After all this time of asking questions of trying to find something to quiet
this soul, i'm left alone within my mind into this self-made hell i delve,
it's not as hot as you think, more so dark and cold with no room to breath.
I'm sorry i don't think it's gonna be ok this time my heart has skipped it's
final beat, it's beating me down onto the floor that must mean the pills are
working. The glass isn't half empty this time, i smashed it on the ground a
long long time ago, it shattered when it fell, and i broke to pieces, each
shard's another reason, another way to give up, this skin is so tight that
the air can't reach my brain, there is nothing telling my heart to beat any
faster, to let me scream for help. I will never give up, i will never take
the easy way out. This is life, this is struggle, this is love, this is war.