Reaching out... 
How things look different on the way down 
Disillusioned, I've lost desire 
Will I burn in the unforgiving fire? 

From the flames, I walk away 
I've found a way to erase the pain 
An empty bottle, my receptacle 
A guardian angel called escape 

Don't dwell on the forthcoming 
As I know it won't be happening 
And you know, when I'm gone 
You'll hear my cries on the wind