There's so much pressure to just keep breathing I'm not sure my heart will keep beating All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I'm not here to see the end What will become of me when I become the autumn leaves?
When all that's left of me is a shell? And the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight? Will I die tonight?
Will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep? Will you remember me? Will you remember me?
I exist in fear So in a way, I am not alive This foe I cannot conquer: It is my own demise I am terrified and I don't want to die
