And after all we have done ,
And everything we tried to do .
It was all a waste.
Not worth a ******* thing,

This wont go down in history ,
When we're too old to remember
How will this stay alive?
Is it worth it to survive, when you're just walking closer to death?
Everyday a step further.

Our tales are only our tales ,
Our lies can only go so far,
I'm too impatient for the present
But I can't let go of the past ,

What happened to passion ?
We threw it away
What happened to love?
We thought there would always be another day.

Mistakes became habit .
We didn't bother to change,
Now our stories are useless.
We have nothing but hope
But it is too late for hope now.
The best we can hope for is a fast ******* death
Because we have nothing left but decline