Endless Hours

As I lay here I hope
That the need to quit will be enough
And over rule this endless torture
If only I were that tough

The power to break addictions
Is something we all wish for
Through endless hours of self conviction
My prize is the blood that’s spilt on the floor

I pretend they know and that they just don’t care
But I know that I keep it inside
For I have the unfortunate tendencies to think
That they all can see in my mind

My courage is waiting for a good challenge
And a chance to show them who’s boss
So come on, help me, I dare you
Because the truth is I’m just feeling lost