| Well, I’m falling apart, I suspect I’m blowing it
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| And I thought I was past this, but I’m losing it
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| And exploited all of the feelings I had
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| And ripping through life and friends
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| And erasing all of the memories I have
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| And sure, it’s a means to an end
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| Oh, when will death come?
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| When will he save me from here?
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| And surely, I’m done
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| And on and off, can’t I not care?
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| And I’m falling apart, I suspect I’m losing it
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| And I thought I was past this, but I’m blowing it
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| And I toiled away at all the tasks they gave me
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| And I wasn’t the best or the worst
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| Rip up my mind, has always worked against me
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| To never feel calm, I was cursed
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| So when will death come?
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| When will he save me from here?
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| And, oh, and surely, I’m done
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| And on and off, can’t I not care?
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| So how many times
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| Will I close my eyes?
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| Only to wake in the light
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| And have to live my life
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| And if you feel the same as me, I pity you now
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| In it forever
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| But I guess we’re in this together |