sábado, 12 de março de 2011

A coma might feel better than this
attempting to discover where to begin
You're weighed down, you're full of something.
Of sickness and desertion.
You're underneath at all.

So say goodbye to love, and hold your head up high
There's no need to rush
we're all just waiting, waiting to die.
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be,
and I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down.
And I'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me,
Such as living with the uncertainty
That I'll never find the words to say which would completely explain
Just how I'm breaking down.

Someone come, and someone come and save my life!
Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead,
But now it's like the night is taking sides
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be this misery will suffice?

I've become a simple souvenir of someone's guilt
And like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill
Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divide could swallow me whole
Oh, how I'm breaking down