In the nite, I hear ‘em talk, the coldest story ever told..

In the nite, I hear ‘em talk, the coldest story ever told..

I always thought continuing is tough.. Now i learnt that giving up is tougher..
How.. i don’t know how..
All my energy is being used to ease my heartaches..
That there is none left to think..
Maybe i shouldn’t think.. maybe there’s nothing to think about..
Maybe coz i thought too much.. cared too much..
Give me an Adamantium bullet.