my lungs are not waking up they don't listen to what the rest of me knows and I'm counting down the days i have left only listening while I'm holding my breath till i see you


cut it down i will cut them down they tower over me while i sleep but I've had too much to just lay around only pretending while I'm facing the ground

these scars. my only wish. whats the point to this?

there's no point to this


hold on to me hold on to my back I've fallen down the hole much too fast and even if the light pours in up over my head will i see it then or pretend that I'm dead again?

these scars. my only wish. whats the point to this?

there's no point to this

we all change with the morning after but these tired hearts aren't beating fast enough

so can i ask you to leave me alone ill help when i am able to

get back up