Despite my greatest endeavours, I'm still where I fucking started (where i started). The rain falls harder now, than it's ever done before, and you're everything that I've come to adore. Staring into mirrors wondering who the hell am I, 'cause a man without a purpose, is not a man inside your eyes. So with a heavy heart and a vacant smile, I will try to forget you. And I can't remember, the last time I saw your face, I cant stand this fucking rain, I can't stand this pain. So loosen your grip, around my heart, to remember when there was purpose to it all. But I'm glad I still remember the day, when you cast me aside and threw me away. Remember when there was purpose to it all, remember when everything had a fucking purpose.