Familiarity's slowly change nothing seems to remain the same.
So out of touch, so out of place in this fight to erase what haunts.
I went soul searching so long ago, and all I found was someone I don't know.
Viewing myself in the mirror never gets easier as my future grows nearer.
Time seems to go by so fast always second guessing and never done what I think is best.
The world just wants me to give up but I will never lose hope for myself.
Fighting to survive the struggle only gets worse.
Is it my turn to die or maybe it's yours?
Slowly losing contact with all the ones I love.
God only knows how the fuck I'll end up.
As time goes by hate seems to be the only thing inside me.
When will this end?