Looking at the moon I feel like howling,
I peer at the river to see my reflection.
Even though my heart is pounding,
in my mind I cant forget the supression.
Chained down to the floor,
I cant take it anymore,
seems life is a blisters pain.
You saw me and said,
you would take on the bet,
yet now you arent here to stay.

Forget what I am,
forget what I seek,
let life run up a dream.
Yet today here I stand,
a wounded not broken man,
I cant say you gave me your hand.

All alone without joy,
robbed away by your coy,
I cant have you and so I concide,
whats the point of life without you and me,
I give up and hang up the reigns,
this race I aint winning,
its too much pain.