Off Key and Outta Line

Dig my own grave.
Lost in what I should accept. I'm no better than the rest.
I can feel it wearing thing. We were never meant to win.
Letting go of yesterday is easier said than I can do.
You are always haunting me; I can't explain the fear or inadequacy.
I am the enemy, my enemy.

Time is not on my side. I am not on my side.
I come to terms with the truth: fortune has never been a friend,
And so the story sadly goes this truly is the end.
End of the road for all my hope, I dig my own grave.
Lost in what I feel I should accept. I'm not better than the rest.
I can feel it wearing thin. We were never meant to win.