Breathe. Sleep. Sweet little angel Every tortured breath that escapes is one I?ll never forget. Forget accepting. Forget reason. Forget doing my part
In the night I find you. In the dark you hide. Chasing rumors, heresies, and lies Whisper on the window. Now you?re taking sides. Forty-two. You know
You?re the rush that runs through my veins You?re the high, sublime, so fine, without the pain. You?re the pinnacle I live for, with a strange restraint
They told me the reality of the outcome. They called it hopeless. They?d given up. When all that counts has been said and done, I have no strength to
