| I take a breath and try to recollect
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| Who I am and where I’ve been
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| I don’t recognize my own face
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| I don’t even remember my name
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| What doesn’t kill you makes you weaker
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| When you’re hooked up to synthetic machines
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| Just so you can breathe
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| Am I sinking or just dreaming?
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| Trapped in a vessel going nowhere
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| I try to reach you, but no words escape
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| Could you blame me if I felt like giving up?
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| Tell me this cold, dark winter won’t last forever
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| The cynic in me is screaming to pull the plug and leave
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| To decease must be better than purgatory
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| The cynic in me is telling you to leave
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| But I can’t justify the end of life with no goodbye
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| It was just like a dream when I saw you at my bed
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| Felt your hand latching on, but no grip could be given back
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| I see her in my room crying tears for my endless sleep
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| I’d trade places, embrace it so you wouldn’t face it alone
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| Because I am
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| Trapped in a vessel going nowhere
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| I try to reach you, but no words escape
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| Could you blame me if I felt like giving up?
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| Tell me this cold, dark winter won’t last forever
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| Tell me this cold, dark winter won’t last forever
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| Leave me to rot in this hospital
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| What a burden I must be
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| I don’t blame you if you leave
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| The cynic in me is screaming to pull the plug and leave
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| I feel a hand reach into my dream pulling me from purgatory |