Collecting Dust
by Life Long Tragedy· from Runaways
On track to an early grave
And I don't stand a chance against the monsters
That my mind creates
I don't want to be here, I just want to be numb
Escape the fucking people that believe in this system
You know they're watching
Counting on your mistakes
Waiting for failure
Can you carry the weight?
Once had a future, now I'm watching it die
Damn my reflection in the shadows of night
Listen closely, hear the whole world crumbling
Slowly breaking, patiently dissolving
And disgusted, being spoon-fed my death
I can taste it
Fuck my soul for collecting dust
I was down and out in the winter months
When I lost old friends that I used to trust
And left promises out in the rain to rust
Maybe I'm losing control
Cough up my lungs with the cynical
The older I get, still can't shake the doubt
Still dwell on the shit that drips out your mouth
So let it be known
Let the fucking truth be told
You'll do your best to establish a life
On someone else's time
Your spirit's only borrowed...
And all you know
You miss the days
When you could've changed
Old stupid ways
And all the stars in your eyes
Have made it hard
To even want to be alive anymore