Why is everything fucked?
Haven't I already given enough?
Rage has made me the villain
Blood stained hands, a metaphorical killing
I'm closer than ever to dying alone
I have this feeling inside
I'm far too closed off to show
Always failing, never changing
And now I'm buried underground
When I hoped I'd be in the clouds
Standing at the gates of hell
With all these lies I told myself
Believing that I could be proud
Yet in the end I always let someone down
Can't let the past be the past
Cause good things aren't meant to last
Can't let the past be the past
Good things never last
Pain is my new religion
Blood soaked tears renew my vision
I'm more than ready to die alone
I have this feeling inside
That I need to atone
Always failing, never changing
And now I'm buried underground
When I hoped I'd be in the clouds
Standing at the gates of hell
With all these lies I told myself
Believing that I could be proud
Yet in the end I always let someone down
Can't let the past be the past
Cause good things aren't meant to last
Can't let the past be the past
Good things never last
And I'm still here waiting
Trying to escape this feeling
And I have waited so long for it to be my turn
So now I'm trapped here my hope is fading
A brutal lesson I was forced to learn
Good things never last
The dream that died too fast
There's no way out of this suffering
I'll never forget how much it meant to me
Sometimes I find myself
At peace with this dread
After all these years of holding on
All good things must end
