I only want to see your face Without you seeing mine I want to see the lines you say I put there And that hollowed checkered past you know Melts to nothing when you go With haunting disregard for honesty And no-one else can see what I can No-one else can know what I can This strange disease it shrieks and cries at me
I'm aching, I'm screaming, I'm slowly dying I'm tired, so calm, but I'm silently crying Life is just the smallest part Of what I have to lose...
It took so long to realise that There're no bright lights on my horizon You can't survive If you were never, ever, really alive It's so true...
