My bloods running fast,
heart out of controle.
Your voice is hurting,
my poor little soul.

Loves supposed to be good,
So why does this hurt?
You must be a demon,
smashing me into the dirt!

Begone from my life,
for you are not needed.
My failures as a man,
is from what you have seeded!

Now begins my fight,
the one which will not end.
for you have my heart,
and no help will my mind send.

My fight is going to be long,
for nomore am I passive.
now comes that day,
The day I tried to live.