Everything you know is true
can't get past your hope.
Your reason to start believing
is clouded by what you're feeling.

Then you're left with only despair.
What you feel in the end
is only left to be repaired,
only left to mend.

When there's nothing left to describe
there's no place else to run.
What once was your thribe
is no longer fun.

One day you'll see the light
and no longer have to fight.
You just can't wait
to be free of all this hate.