I've got a sickness, 

something bad slowly eating me, 

and I don't think that I can fix this. 

I'm lonely and 

I'm only human. 

Well, that's my problem.


Maybe someday

we can lift each other higher 

than these earthly wings would let us go, 

we'll melt away, 

we'll melt away and die. 

Away and die. 


I'm scared of what's to come 

and what's to come undone 

in the end. 

All that my life's become 

is time for me to run 

and pretend that my mind will live again. 


Hurry Self, think quickly... 

I feel blood in my lungs and I'm dying to live. 

This pain was made by recipe, 

it's not out on my skin. 

It's in my mind in knowing I won't live again