Countersinking the last nail cannot stand this pain is this the sense of desire or is it just the price? maybe a glance of better days words are still able to tear me up and still i hope to catch this dream tonight so i step down once again into the cave of my inner-self pa**ing all the dark memories that try to cloud my eyes by diluting the lines once so clear somehow it begins to in a way it always did to draw the curtain over my pictures of you so here i am once again beaten down and rejected watching myself from outside the failure that is me try to overcome try to turn it back balancing reasons in an unbalanced world why do i hate to love myself and what is the force that denies to be honest to myself maybe my life has reached a point where i should decide whether i choose the cure or the disease where all lines are drawn and bitterness seems to be a potential fellow i am sick of torturing myself sick of all the beatings tonight this will come to an end overcome overcome this is for the unloved greetings f**