Survival

I struggle to survive in this fucking existence.
 When every new morning brings a sober assessment
 of where I am, where I've been, and what I need to be.
 Forget the past, stand and face whats in front of me
 but for better or worse, I carry on.
 We decide our own demise.
 But I'll always be reminded of the pain that I hold
 because the ones who never loved me wrote the stories I've told.
 And this shadow of doubt shakes my confidence
 so I gotta hide my soul for fear of consequence.
 So I still survive but can you say the same?
 Because I'm laying flowers at your grave
 before the bloods been drained.
 I never forgive and I never forget
 so I wrote you off because i know you'd quit.
 I never forgive and i never forget
 I'll watch you fail every chance I fucking get.