The End-Atlas Losing Grip

I close my eyes and hold my breath As I wait for something to pull me back down again I've been feeling to good for too long So I guess it'll hit me when I least expected to I've got used to the disappointment I've got used to the loneliness I've got used to the constant failures And the wall that surrounds me and keeps me depressed and still I tried to find what you call happiness As it's too much to ask it's too much to demand That even much a day to get to know that feeling And before it's time to breed what it's inside in his hand What I want is a reason to live What I want is a reason to breath again We tried to find ourselves a reason to live We tried to find ourselves a reason to breath again There's no need for us to hurry Is coming so why worry But a path we choose is letting down again (inside in his hand) and where it caused our number we're going six feet under I meet you there my one and only friend the end And even through the darkest times I tried to find the purpose putted to you somehow this hopeless mess that falls inside pleads the future the past the here and now Allow myself some reason to live Allow myself for a reason to breath again We haven't give ourselves a reason to live We haven't give ourselves a reason to breath again No matter who we are No matter what we try or the path we choose to walk we all head to the same direction towards the end No need for us to hurry Is coming so why worry But a path we choose is letting down again (inside in his hand) and where it caused our number we're going six feet under I meet you there my one and only friend the end No matter who we are No matter what we try or the path we choose to walk towards the end That's where it caused our number we're going six feet under I meet you there my one and only friend the end