All the time between bed and sleep is the slowest, worst time of my day.
The past comes back with a vengeance. The mistakes, the misery,
The could-haves the should-haves. They just won't let me be.
I'm on the road to inner peace, but I'm going the wrong way.
Further every day.
The chill of ordinary life is starving me with madness.
I can't rest with victories. I won't accept my losses.
I won't lose.
My personality has hid the fact that I am average.
Only few can see how truly full of sh** I am.
The eyes of my love. The eyes of the young.
And Steve, Steve at the video store. He sees me.
He sees right through me.
I'm so scared of normal life that I'll wreck mine to go on.
There's no life like low life.
The well behaves they never made history anyway.
I'm on the road to inner peace, but I'm going the wrong way.
Every step and Every thought in training, and I know I will win.
Every second of Every hour I'm bleeding and you know I will win.