Fighting with the bleeding heart

The time, the life, the habit.... Trying to break them all!!

The time turns against us yet again,
Moving towards the collasal wall,
the hand of fate is harsh and wet,
as we turn to face the wall again.

Walking on the very same path,
till the dawn of time,
refusing to go down in flames,
till the dust remains.

I've never known what I am living for,
I've never known where to go,
I've never known what I am fighting for,
I've never known what to do,

But

What choice do I have,
If I have to live on,
What choice do I have,
If I have to please everyone,
Oh... what choice do I have,
If I live with a broken Heart
If I'm left with a bleeding Heart!!!