• The sacrifices I made.
    I gave others choices and love.
    I pushed them all higher, Above.
    Yet all along I was breaking.
    The pressure and the aching.
    As of now I am at a stand still.

    Looking and Deciding my own Poison.
    Eighteen years of Darkness and Light.
    It ends with one word, Parasite.
    People only see the wrongs that ive done.
    They call me pessimistic but they wont see the sun.
    The door lays infront of me.

    The two paths i see, they both end in death.
    One is Difficult, The path taken by age.
    Time goes on, Turning of the page.
    Do I have to make such a choice?
    No one listens to my voice.
    Will it end like the last unsuccessful few years?

    The second path, it is very simple.
    I give everything away, everything I made.
    Leave others and I will eventually fade.
    It is a selfish path, all it takes.
    I made too many mistakes.
    To be among the living.