"one last round" he thought Would end all his pain but he's just Rotting all alone Pushed against the wall he will not find The way to regain his feelings His deepest morbid thoughts will haunt Him back Trying to change his life He's just fucking things up Worrying us 'cause he can't resist to have A needle in his arm 'cause he can't face the fact That people always talk behind his back It's all about control Time to restart what's wrong It's about self control But nothing's done Days fly like the wind and years are passing by You can make a change but you don't dare to try Now that everyone's gone What the fuck do you think you've done? Your trust is on the floor What have you changed? The answer's nothing Everything's the same Making all those things you thought were great Find a reason why Everything Slowly falls apart and bring Wounds that hurt Feelings burning you again.