You keep on telling me, that help is on the way, so I'll believe it even if I refuse it and deny the possible, pondering if the help will lift the darkness from my veins as I set foot to find a new tomorrow in your eyes. Now I may be stressed with this mess but I wont give up hope, just yet. Though I keep on, telling you to runaway as fast as, you can from me. That your today ain't my tomorrow or yesterday. But you keep on, giving me the sirens of hope as your heart opens up to express certain fondness. And with this new feeling of losing, or winning I'd hope the finish line, ain't far from here. And the words you keep on, telling me to break the demons that surround me, that one day all this will just be, a memory.