as time moves on i watch the color fade the life in my face dies with the choices that i make it seems i ll never get this right so just fake it for tonight the same old i ll be alright the same fake i said i m fine how can i have an ounce of confidence how can i act like i m proud when i do the same things to myself always cutting myself down i ve given life my everything but i still fell short and if tomorrow isn t coming my way i won t lose sleep i am running and hiding from the thoughts of dying that always seem to follow me at night cause if you live in the moment and not a second past you can lie to yourself about the things you ll never ask a thousand pages set to flame as i fall short i m the only one to blame see i m starving for something i can t comprehend i can t hear anything over the noise of what s unsaid the sinking feeling inside my chest comes easier than a night of rest i m losing color fucking sick to my stomach the cold sweat is making itself at home again the poster child example of a lack of self control destroying what s mine just because it s beautiful
['melodic hardcore']