i’m becoming what i hate

i’m becoming who i fear

hanging on another day

holding out another year
 

so three cheers for self improvement

and three cheers for moving on

but i can't help feeling weary

like my life is nearly gone

i distance myself from you
try to fight this from afar
but i can't help but to notice
just how similar we are

you're the monster hiding fangs,

i’m the monster hiding heart

hanging on another day

by the rope do i depart