終了

There’s no gun to my head No addiction to be fed I’m just here waiting Not commiserating I’m not bored, I’m done There’s no fight to be won Pour myself out for what? You think you know, but I don’t like playing pretend I’m waiting for an end Allow me to assert: An end to the hurt An end to the eyes And all of the lies To the whispers I hear And the future I fear My wish is no longer bliss It’s to be gone from this Whether smooth or rough It can’t come soon enough