Predicaments of Future Sorrows

Like Looking through a blind mans eye Why do i even try Its always the same Emotions run stail and a call of change yells Listen well How many times will my attempts fail Always holding on, trying to save someone from hell When the last button is pushed There goes the bell Curses of today must be blessings of tomorrow I Carry on through the defeat and sorrow True love, i wish i could even borrow Hoping for the best but history has prepare me for the worst Maybe its my own fault, but now i begin to burst Holding on til im carried away in the back of a hearse Maybe one day itl fade with me while it lurks