beginning (of the end)

it's really over, now it's done, never thought i'd see the day, but it's finally come, the slate is clean, the slate is clean, yes it is, yes it is, now i can move on, but i woke up this morning incomplete, something like a shadow haunts my sleep, made myself a promise, i'm not sure i can keep, i had that burden off my shoulder, and i was sure that it was over, but it's the beginning of the end, tell myself that i'm winning, but it's pointless to pretend, though the habit may be broken, the desire comes back again, and you never know just when, at the beginning of the end, it's time that i got honest with myself, a man can do a lot of things with nobody's help, i'm never never never never never never never going back, into that hell, but there's some things you can't achieve all alone, you can feel strong, you can feel weak, and sometimes you just don't know, in the midnight hour, when you reach for the phone, where's an angel when you need one?, a rock that you can lean on, when you're at the beginning of the end, told myself i was winning, but it's pointless to pretend, though the habit may be broken, the desire comes back again, and you never know just when, at the beginning of the end,