Letras: Outbreak. Losing Streak.

(Days) Days drag on
(They Pass) They pass so slow
(Which way) Which way do I turn
(Where) Where do I go?

What's the point?
I've got no clue
What am I supposed to do?
The outcome...
It's hard to tell...
But my motivation has gone to hell.

I'll beg and plead...
But be the first to confess
That it's me...
Who put myself in this mess.
Rise up...
Fall back down.
Do it again...
Without a sound.

What's the point?
I've got no clue
What am I supposed to do?
The outcome...
It's hard to tell...
But my motivation has gone to hell.

Bruised and battered...
But on my feet.
Trying to end...
This losing streak.
It's not working...
I'm giving up.
All done caring...
I don't give a fuck.

What's the point?
I've got no clue
What am I supposed to do?
The outcome...
It's hard to tell...
But my motivation has gone to hell.
Gone to hell.
I said it's gone to hell.
It's gone to hell