Run With The Hunted
For British Eyes Only
I've reached the point of no returnAnd I must say it looks all too familiarFor the life of me I can't understand why I do this to you allWhy I do this to myselfAnd I wake up everyday wondering (does it really have to be like this?)My words so sharp and aimed so trueIt's no wonder I'm the only one left standingI've done it all, and failed each timeWatching everyone fall away, piece by piece, one by oneYet somehow I remain afloat, clinging helplessly to the pastAs if what happened then will save me nowHow could I be so naiveBelieving verbal justification will right these wrongsRegurgitating the same apologies time and time againWell if talk is cheap, then I'm in debtAnd there's no one left to blameNo one in sight to point my finger atGot to throw these skeletons, from my closet (cause the oldest habits die the hardest)Time to face these demons and feel their wrathI can't say I didn't see it comingJust foolishly assumed the day would never comeWell here it is, and I hate myselfWho would have guessed?
From Letras Mania