The passing hours of life    numb the pain of the pounding fists of consequence swelling on my skin    the festering wounds of desire I have yet to obtain    makes it hard to see the truth yet still I strain    the faint promise of a future and thins    I never had lies fed where I was still pondering    the youth stolen from me and now i relize all i could have had   and now you tell me all i could have had   and now you give me all i could have had   but i dont want it anymore   I don't want it anymore   I don't need it anymore    No more hope just closed doors    and as we walk into oblivion   every step is a reminder of passing hours    of passing days    of passing lives   of passing away