Days. Months. Years. Spent
In self-imposed isolation
As a sacrifice to achieve my dreams
A sick ascetic sickness that saps my will to live
Every moment, every hour, planned to the T
I said I'd give everything, to see my dreams
But I'm standing in the jaws of the future and I see it consuming me
My time, my body, my passion, my very life
Is but the currency of my dreams
And I am paying far too much
No ties, no loves, no breath, no respite
No joys, no breeze, no rest in sight
No friends by my side, no walks in the night
Just self-commitment
And I can't do this anymore
This is not a life, this is f*cking purgatory
A life spent in waiting
A life spent at the gates
And I am f*cking sick of waiting
I can't take this anymore
Please just let it end
Please just let me