Survival

I struggle to survive in this fucking existence.

When every new morning brings a sober assessment

of where I am, where I've been, and what I need to be.

Forget the past, stand and face whats in front of me

but for better or worse, I carry on.

We decide our own demise.

But I'll always be reminded of the pain that I hold

because the ones who never loved me wrote the stories I've told.

And this shadow of doubt shakes my confidence

so I gotta hide my soul for fear of consequence.

So I still survive but can you say the same?

Because I'm laying flowers at your grave

before the bloods been drained.

I never forgive and I never forget

so I wrote you off because i know you'd quit.

I never forgive and i never forget

I'll watch you fail every chance I fucking get.