The Last Fight

Everyone is sick of caring 
No silver lining on the cloud that covers you 
Let it pour and soak you through 

No hope, just desperation 
So sit and wait for death 
And pray it takes you soon. 
The addiction's taking you. 

Can you see me through bloodshot eyes 
Should I fight for what is right or let it die? 
Now I'm choking on force fed lies 
Do I fight or let it die? 
 
 
 

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