I refuse to relive my past

live with no discretion in my head

all the hours I was living

inside I was dead

I refuse to reflect upon a past that I now regret

because living with the past is harder than it is to forget

its your choice

discard your final chance

destined to die by your own hand

I'll bleed for my faults and I'll die for my cause

true in every breath to myself til my death

for all of the time that you wasted away

a year of life for every wasted day

a constant reminder of what I used to be

but you will never blind me with your negativity