It is recently come to my attention
That there is a flaw in the plan I invented
A limited series of conflicting theories
Have left myself my soul broken, tormented and weary
I guess you can call it a failure of logic
My gusto are gone along with the cash in my pocket
And I'm so tired of losing
I don't think I'll make it after all
I'm so tired of using
Maybe one more hit before I fall
Falling back to you again
My old familiar friend
I always knew it would be true
That you would come back here
And haunt me in the end

Nothing's moving
Nothings' breathing
Nothings leaving
Nothings even trying to create the illusion
That there's something left to prove
And I know your last breath is my first step
I don't gamble but I bet
I could've been something without