This Is Where It Ends


I can't stand the frustration anymore
This has to be where it ends
It just has to be

There's still a little bit of the darkness inside
Can't quite reach the light
But I guess that doesn't matter anymore

There's still a little bit of lingering
A ghost haunts the wicked ways
Of me, but it doesn't really matter

You see, the time has come for me
It's denial or admission
Domination or submission
But it's so close that I can't quite see
What's really going on

So it's not hard to say
That this is where it ends
Because there's nothing else left

And it's not hard to grow
When there's no other food for thought
Except the salvage mission for what's left

So I'm gonna take this time
To find my real life
Frustration, this is where it ends



© 18th December 2004
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