I? ve got a sickness,
something bad slowly eating me,
and I don? t think that I can fix this.
I? m lonely and
I? m only human.
Well, that? s my problem.
Maybe someday
we can lift each other higher
than these earthly wings would let us go,
we? ll melt away,
we? ll melt away and die.
Away and die.
I? m scared of what? s to come
and what? s to come undone
in the end.
All that my life? s become
is time for me to run
and pretend that my mind will live again.
Hurry Self, think quickly...
I feel blood in my lungs and I? m dying to live.
This pain was made by recipe,
it? s not out on my skin.
It? s in my mind in knowing I won? t live again

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