Why do we do this to ourselves?
Why do we let these dreams pass us by?
And why do we let ourselves become the monsters that we have grown to be?
We try so damn hard to be something that we know that we're not.
God, i cant take this anymore

Bitches aint shit, ha!

And i will be the end of everything that you love and the destroyer of all that has become.

I will become the end of everything you love.
And the destroyer of all that has become.

...and these dreams will be the only thing that will ever keep me sain and pressing forward to be closer to you.

I will become the end of everything you love.
And the destroyer of all that has become.

...and these dreams have become everything to me and you will forever be a part of me