| So I slept through the autumn, slept through the spring
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| I don’t know how it happened but I let it win
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| All of my life I’ve been awake but not here
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| I’m not great at living, just surviving nightmares
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| Slept through Christmas, all of the parties
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| I’m sorry my love there’s nothing else I can see
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| I’m not ready to die yet, I’m not ready to give up this fight
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| I still believe in hope though the voices are loud tonight
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| I’m not ready to die yet, I’m not ready to lie down
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| But the fate of the end is I will make it somehow
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| Shame is gigantic, sits loud in my ear drum
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| It is not beautiful, I don’t know where it comes from
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| But I’m learning forgiveness, it’s more than a mantra
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| Can I be honest? |
| I don’t think I deserve it
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| I want to break gently but something won’t give
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| A marathon of hurt, can I just fucking live?
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| I’m not ready to die yet, I’m not ready to give up this fight
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| I still believe and hope that the voices are loud tonight
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| I’m not ready to die yet, I’m not ready to lie down
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| But the fate of the end is I’ll make it somehow
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| I’m not ready to die yet
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| I’m not ready to die yet
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| I’m not ready to die yet
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| I’m not ready… |