He glances at the mirror
Sees himself, is scared to death
Ashamed by each minute flaw
Sees the waste of every passing breath
He waits within his room
Lives every single life
So alone, he doesn't know
How can he possibly survive?
He asks himself, "What must I do?"
Everything's so misconstrued
He's been so pampered, damn enigmas
The fear is swelling; f*ck this stigma
But how can he live when he's dying all the time?
An aspiration; anticipation; he can't bear to live
He's killing himself again
Oh, when will he win?
He's killing himself again (And again, you repent)
He's killed himself 'til he's died
He's still afraid to cry
He's losing everything he's built
His legacy's laced with guilt
He wonders when it will end
Ignores obliging friends
Someday they'll find he is gone
Then they will simply move on
What did he do to deserve it?
There's something deep within he won't admit
He's finding the truth; it's so unkind
He's slowly losing his mind
But how can he live when he's dying all the time
Approximation; asphyxiation; rectify your crimes
He's killing himself again
Won't stop; won't begin
A damnation; his perdition
He won't ever win
What did he do (To deserve this life)
He's like a child; oblivious with hopeful eyes
Then one day he's blinded by that vicious truth
Incapacitated, he's gone
Fetch the ashes; quick, before they scatter in the wind
Hold on for the dear life, or watch it slip away
And there it goes
A madness unfolds
Marked by the end, an epoch, to which I say
"Hell is not a place
Cold enough for the winters endured"
I used to pulsate warmth, yeah
Now I'm but a skell
Who's forced to occupy the body I once knew as home
Go on, tell yourself to be the boy again
Coming to the end, remembrance, to which I say
"Why was I afraid
Of all the people who cared for me"
Aw hell, it's all my fault he's
Gone (Scattered in the wind)
Breathe (His image fading fast)
I want to breathe one last time
Before he fades away
Search for ashes (In the barren wastelands now my home)
Must find the dear life, it slips away
He's like a child, now shards of a shattered man
He's slowly losing his mind
Oh, no
Oh, what a shame
Oh, I've played this game
Oh, I must rest, a crypt to lay
Lay among the skeletons, and I breathe
A vagabond with denizens not unlike me
This gift so unintentionally obscene
Despite this emptiness, it's somehow quite serene
From the deepest pits of my self-dug hole
The child is laid to rest and I can breathe
For once I feel someone emerge; not a ghost
Years from then, discernible; my soul