I’ve got this beast inside that I’m tired of trying to hide
He wants out so bad that I feel hurt, betrayed, like he’s a friend
The beast is more a part of me than me a part of it
I hate myself
It’s too late, I’m filled with nothing but hate
I can’t survive in a world in which the only choices are:
What if I don’t, I can’t, I won’t
It’s no use
The beast has got a hold so tight that I can’t breathe
Well, then, I’m not going to, so I guess the beast wins
I retreat and half-heartedly accept my defeat
The beast has won again, it’s over, the end
I just give up