Punch Drunk

Left without a conscience or cause to save standing at the eve of destruction he waits
Weakened by this he pretends
Sweetly and swift it ends cornered by the confines of a memory a lie cheapened by the hope of no tomorrow it fades
Strengthened by this he gives in stars in his eyes melt away
Strengthened by this he gives in sweetly and swift it ends
He's taking back what's his