i'll be the first to criticize what i've done. you won't care, i'll just smile and prepare. the same role that i've played that's reprised everyday without change. it's less convincing each time, but i'm comfortable. failing every effort to understand. what it means to be certainly free. and by compromising all that i had planned. no, this can't be all i have to give. but i'm surrounded by memories. that remind me how everything changed. this is my final oversight. i've got one more chance to make this right. so give me one reason to stop this feeling. so give me one reason, to give this up. i'll take my trying, when the time comes. and i'm dying; i won't miss what i've lost. i can't hide from what is offered to me.
i'll take pride in what i've sacrificed. all these words they sound the same as before. i won't listen again, i've had practice. constructing my misery in hopeless reality. it won't end, take it back, it won't end. till i've thrown all the hope that i've known to the side. and watched everything that i once loved die. but for what i'm not sure, it's been taken for granted so far. so i'll leave it all behind