I lost the fight for living,I miss acknowledgement,Defeat is racing towards me,I hate its rotten scent.I reach my destinationObsessive go forward,Last time I´m looking back,Goodbye to life´s resort.Forget hope for redemptionI despised helpin´ hands,Instead of that I lived my lifeAnd drove it to dead end,This life, it ain´t worth livingIt´s better now to stop.And while I fade to shadows,The next day raises up.__________________________________by Dickinson