Let's do this one last time.

fight
or
flight?

flight's always that much easier.
sure, it's depressing.
but fighting's tough.
and it's worse if you lose.

so,
fight?
or flight?

I don't think it's really that bad.

Every weekend, I sit at my keyboard.
And question myself,

what has changed?

has anything changed?

Am I happier?

Am I better off?

I keep telling myself this is all for the best.
and deep down, i know it is.

But my head's screaming at me to stop.
stop the hurt, stop the pain.

but i can't.

cause it's for the best.
so until i go down,
i'm fighting.