For what it's worth
I was never good at finding all the right words
I let you drift away
And my pride was what finally let me burn
it's insane to think I could go back
I worked it out, and you were right
I fought the deamons of my own illusions
and ended up with only fists full of the night
I scream my self to sleep
I swath myself in bloody pain
It's beyond what I can take
I think you've ended me...
