Final Cut-off

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.