There comes a time when you'll have your fill
Of near death experiences induced by fear
When with each thing you do failure is almost sure
Even with spirits high your heart and soul will be in gloom
I know I'll get over this
But this time my poor nerves have reached it's cliff
With the sight of roaring waves beneath my feet
I tremble and cry for this to cease
Living like this is betrayal to life
By this heart can feel nothing but wrath
Cursing the mirror for what it's done
Living in the same cycle as the last one
A friend of mine said only an idiot will fail this test
I hate myself for being the jest
If I have a choice to change this part
Do you think I'll be chosing to be the prank
I wish I know better for faiure to shift away
For a fool to be wiser than before
I wish to cry but no tears fall
Maybe because my heart is crying while my soul rejoice