The passing hours of life Numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin The festering wounds of desire I have yet to obtain Makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain The faint promise of a future and thins I never had lies fed where I was still pondering The youth stolen from me and now i relize all i could have had And now you tell me all i could have had And now you give me all i could have had But i don't want it anymore I don't want it anymore I don't need it anymore No more hope just closed doors And as we walk into oblivion Every step is a reminder of passing hours Of passing days Of passing lives Of passing away