Staring through the hourglass and praying for the time that's left. God damn, I cannot even breathe. This stress has got me weakening. Chest tight, with so much left to say. In line, for another tragedy. Gone are the times when I wasn't so estranged. Gone are the feelings that wasn't so betrayed. Fading is the endurance that I once held in my head. Focus on the message of when you looked at me and said, 'Find your way home."
Believe in me.
Could you believe for the world to see?
Breathe in, and rekindle all my rage. Intense, this struggle never fades. Pull through, am I the only one in this world that doesn't turns and runs. Staring through the hourglass and praying for the time that's left. Burying the voices of the dead that live within. Inside, another shell decayed. My pride, another endless maze. I'll fight, until my last breath to ensure that I'm the last one left.