Resentment

Wrath, aches
Are all that’s left
Mistakes I made up to now
Are the reason I hate myself
I can’t tell if the world is losing me Or if the world has made me lose it
(Will I outlive the coming sunrise?
Was this the last of my tomorrows?
Do you think I had it coming?
I’m dead to pain I’m numb to sorrows)
I can’t decide when I died
Proud, march
Towards the dark horizon
No company to comfort me My game is over
It’s time I brought the curtains down
My play is done my crowd’s all gone
I can’t decide when I died
It’s time I brought the curtains down
My play is done my crowd’s all gone
I can’t tell if the world is losing me Or if the world has made me lose it.