I'm afraid.. I'm afraid to turn and see my self in the mirror.
To see the man I promised myself that I would never be.
To look him in the eyes and see the pain hidden behind.
Drowning in the river of regret and having nothing left.
Covered in addiction and hate.
“This is my last time”, but that last time never came.
Lies behind the smile he shows.
To put on a show, yet another day.
Suffocating slowly, the walls are caving in.
The sunlight has vanished and he's left alone In the dark.
Time seems to move slower, yesterday.. today.. I've lost track anyway.
And filled with so much pain and suffering.
Not being able to breathe.. death doesn't seem that bad of a thing.