"this isn't the end"

So you wake up in a busted old room
Another lying faced day to endure
You’re trapped inside demise
Hoping for the words, “game over”
To be read, when you close your eyes
You scream fuck my life
When you’re facing the door
Leading to your next lying faced path
To your day, your pathetic dreaming
(it seems like) depressing old day


chorus-
just another smoke filled day
harder to see, harder to see to each day you face
despite the sadness, and mixed glory
despite the sob stories and uncaring friends,
you’re still living, but by someone’s demand
I promise you, I promise you, it’s not the end, it’s not the end


Follow me with rage
Take a day by force
Take it and make something out of it
Sacrifice your knife and bring your soul
To the next stage of pain
(the pain to keep pushing forward)
you’re still screaming…

fuck my life

fuck my life

fuck my life

you’d give anything to be sane, is it that hard to be sane
the verdict says you must force yourself
to keep on moving, to keep on moving
I may be just another face in the halls,
But I promise, I promise…

(Despite pain and hurt in your system…)

This isn’t the end…this….isn’t the end