Run With The Hunted

For British Eyes Only
I've reached the point of no return And I must say it looks all too familiar For the life of me I can't understand why I do this to you all Why I do this to myself And I wake up everyday wondering (does it really have to be like this?) My words so sharp and aimed so true It's no wonder I'm the only one left standing I've done it all, and failed each time Watching everyone fall away, piece by piece, one by one Yet somehow I remain afloat, clinging helplessly to the past As if what happened then will save me now How could I be so naive Believing verbal justification will right these wrongs Regurgitating the same apologies time and time again.... Well if talk is cheap, then I'm in debt And there's no one left to blame No one in sight to point my finger at Got to throw these skeletons, from my closet (cause the oldest habits die the hardest) Time to face these demons and feel their wrath.... I can't say I didn't see it coming Just foolishly assumed the day would never come Well here it is, and I hate myself Who would have guessed? From Letras Mania