Glimpses of Tommorow plague my mind
Visions of yesterday paralyze my body
Reels of the past week weigh a ton
A false promise is destroying what I am
What I could be
I feel Azraels eyes on me
My future means nothing to him
But neither does my past
I wish I could say the same
A false promise is destroying what I am
What I could be
The false promise of tomorrow
One of the biggest curses upon my soul
The curse of sloth