Sometimes I believe there is no future,
sometimes I think I'm lost inside the past,
sometimes I feel you're the abuser,
but every time these feelings never last.

You always look so far ahead,
you forget everything behind you,
continue forward after what I said,
it never matters on what I do.
want to break these sensations,
they're all driving me insane,
everything looks like animations,
inside my messed up brain.

Oblivious is the future,
but getting lost comes from the past,
break the habits of a user,
and hope that all this pain won't last.

I am the one who followed you,
I am the one who glances back,
I am the one who remembers,
and you are the one who lacks,
break you all these dirty habits,
wonder why I take them for my own,
wonder if this makes any sense,
maybe I'm just all alone.

Broken can be the future,
just the same it could be the past,
now we're in the shoes of the chooser,
but know that choices never last.

You are the one who is oblivious,
you are the one who kills,
you are the one who is full of shit,
and I am the one who laughs,
break away from these chains,
run away and never come back,
find out why I'm so useless,
scream until my voice starts to crack.

This is the dawn of the futere,
hope you remember the past,
try to forget your abuser,
continue on and never look back...