The Better Me
You are a distant figure.
Running towards you, was a struggle.
Everyday passed, was a hurdle.
And a race, I myself cannot endure...
I wonder, why can't I stop?
Pushing myself against my will,
I'm in pain, from self-inflicting
Could I gain myself, one distant shining?
But in the end, was an endless battle
Fighting against myself was debatable
Whether I win or lose,
End the end, I still lose...