What Should Have Been A Past

My thirst for pleasure has taken its tole My thirst for pleasure has taken its tole I can no longer go on this path I keep present what should have been a past I can't find who i really am I can no longer go on this path Your touch is what i can't resist What does it take to break away You will be the death of me You will be the death of me... I can't find who i really am I can no longer go on this path I can't find who i really am I can no longer go on this path