Despair in an infinite space encompassing

Hopes have just gone to a total end. I doubt things would get back altogether like it's before. Cause of the great await that you've left me with, I doubt I'll be good to you as before.

My rage is running high and so as my fustration. My alcohol ain't working right and I'm sure it wont if I'm gonna do it the second time. Just hope that fags does a great job this time.