I don’t see the purpose in chasing my dreams
Their purpose is lost to me
Why cherish the hope when you’re on your own?
The only thing remaining is the guilt of failure
The pressure to succeed feels like a disease
Another corruption, another dispute
Eating me away, from the inside
I don’t want to numb the pain
But It’s all that’s working out
As I carry the weight
Of my own missteps
They are breaking my back
But they’re not stopping me of growing
Stronger
Failure is a strict master
But the toughest master
Makes the best apprentice