Obey, replace, repeat, replay.
Fathom after fathom, sinking down and out. Running from my problems never got me very far. Even if I tried to improve, failure invades my space, holding me down; so what's the fucking difference? I'm out of time and luck and options.
Negligible reasoning to stay alive and well; another minute spent here wishin that I was in hell. I never planned to see the light or work things out or make them right; I only planned on dying because no one here survives. Drained of all emotion, no more feeling, no more hoping for a brighter future; there is no fucking future. I'm sick and fucking tired of trying to make you happy.