Couldn’t think of a title but it’s another sad song i should really get a therapist ​mixed matches

It's too far
I said i'm tired
And i found it
Found a waste of my time

And i want
To beat on my chest
With full force to demonstrate

The valor i've been losing
I recall a terror
All i have to barter
With down in a cellar
And all of my delusions
Gone and lost their grandeur
Losing worth in seconds
Gnawed off like a dog on a leash

It dissipated
That's not the issue
The real problem is
How i let this happen to me
Your never silent
And never modest
Who gives a shit now
Cus no ones round you