Reign of Terror

Im caught up in your web,
You look hungry and I look dead.

Count down cause days are numbered,
And soon the good times will be memories.

Your little reign of terror is just,
A bit much for me.
I do wish things were different,
But were just not meant to be.

I let this go on to long,
Find it in you to forgive me,

Theres no forgetting you now,
When everything I see brings memories.

Call it fading glory,
Call it end of story,
Just dont call it cheap,
Remember me.

Too late to turn back for me,
Too late to say Im sorry,
Just dont call it cheap remember me,

You always said that we would live forever,
Even if, we die trying.

There are tough times ahead,
And Im gonna need my friends,
To pick me up when I hit the ground and carry me to the end.