Final Cutoff

I lost the fight for living,
I miss acknowledgement,
Defeat is racing towards me,
I hate its rotten scent.

I reach my destination
Obsessive go forward,
Last time I'm looking back,
Goodbye to life's resort.

Forget hope for redemption
I despised helpin' hands,
Instead of that I lived my life
And drove it to dead end,

This life, it ain't worth living
It's better now to stop.
And while I fade to shadows,
The next day raises up.