The ending of a good mind, the bad ending's always mine, lying every day with the same line, "oh it's nothing I'm fine", trying to find a way to pass time, to the point that death gives me the sign, faking happiness every day, never able to rid my past of hate, always regretting when its too late, but there's nothing I can do except wait, with a pencil and a pen writing until my life's due date, stained fragments of what I thought was love, no more kisses only hugs, no more "I love you" or "you're the one", all the memories played out all of it is done, no more of it I can't run, war against light and dark my pain has won, hard to be a man when you're a bastard's son, drown the emotions it's all in the brain, nothing left to maintain, too much pain I'm not the same, no matter what I do the shame remains...
