At War With Instinct

You wont let go of what you wanted altogether: to live in truth, to live and die.
Against the morning breeze every time I look ahead to a life I had.
These days go by, and I feel like I'm dead.
Faith is wandering, since all cannot be lost, and to no degree can anything compromise the cost.
Did you ever see it through?
Did you take some fucking action, or did you just give up and lose? So, how do you feel right now?
Living in a long reminder, you beat yourself down.
Upon the lies you feed to yourself just to get by for another day. It's not a life.
A weak attempt to hide.
Wasted energy, and that emptiness inside.
Lay it down for all to see that you gave up the fight.
Did you ever see it through?
Did you take some fucking action, or did you just give up and lose?
So, how do you feel right now?
Living in a long reminder, you beat yourself down.
I shut the door.
There's no one listening, since we've heard it all before.
All you do is for yourself, just you and nothing more.
I tried.
I tried for you, gave up on me, and now you are where you want to be.