What will I do when my future unfolds?
Then once I know it I'll be much too old.
Days of my youth were all spent in defense.
Memories are painful the thoughts I resent.I know I was meant for much better things.
No time to sleep so I've lost all my dreams.
Look forward to nothing look back at the same.
I spend my life here and deal with the pain.
I'm Slowly Fading to Black
