Less and less each day I can bare to see what this world brings.
In the morning, sun smiling bright, waiting to see my first fight.
Slowly breaking down. Hating all that I've ever stood for.
Afternoon showing its face, never paying me the simple grace,
Nor piece of mind I need to stay alive today.
So I keep on falling slowly down.
Evening fallen upon, heartless meanders traveled through out the day.
Meaningless paths, meaningless ways.
Sunset brought slowly, and in no way am I saved.
Day by day, the world brings me more pain.
Slowly I shall overcome.
Bringing out the death of me.