Took a hold of me like nothing before. Never though I would get out. Chasing death for reason I can’t explain. All I know is I won’t go back. I never looked for you cause there was nothing to find. The hard truth is I had so much to hide. What was I thinking. What makes us go so low. It’s so easy to run from yourself when you lost all control. Every value and truth that I had it went straight down the drain. Anything. Yes anything. Just so I could feel nothing. The hard truth is life is not fair. The hard truth is you better beware. Better beware. Best believe life is not fair. The hard truth is you better believe.