| While some of us mourn, others fool themselves |
| yet I find myself drifting |
| from honest dedication to vile desecration |
| bitterness from an anonymous voice, my back has still not turned |
| but I’m so sick of fucking facing forward |
| the air between us will never clear |
| because these lungs have nothing left |
| each failure hurts more than the last |
| and although I’m ready to be let down I can’t help but live in the past |
| I’m prepared for the worst, I know this feeling well it wont be the first |
| but each failure still hurts, it still hurts |
| I have always kept the truth hidden |
| beneath angst ridden anguish |
| but your presence only brings waves of depression |
| the only way is to remove myself |
| I’m stepping out of this picture, my final frame |
| each failure hurts more than the last |
| and although I’m ready to be let down, I can’t help but live in the past |
| I just want to live again, but its way passed the point of hope |
| I close my eyes but sleep never comes |
| I just want to get through the night without seeing the rising sun |
| this feeling will forever haunt me |
| despite how late after dark I leave the lights on |
| I close my eyes but sleep never comes |
| I just want to get through the night without seeing the rising sun |
| faced without closure, its only just begun |
| I just want to live again |
| I’m stepping out of this picture, my final frame |