I hate the thoughts that fuck with my reasoning
I hate the nightmares that fuck with my dreaming
I wanna be strong and Ive said it before
But I can't be strong yet I don't wanna be weak anymore

Crying....
Breathing...
Well, Trying...
I can't seem to grasp the truth that I so desperatly need
I can't seem to please my hunger or please my greed
Its too overwhelming for my weak soul...
I'll continue to weaken as I fall deeper into this hole