And I thought I was dead.
It wouldn't stop.
I couldn't stop.
Bleeding out my sanity.
Regret is just pure vanity.
I have no voice,
I want to scream.
Wake me now...
Tell me this is a dream!
And I thought I was dead.
Take my hand and don't
Drop me when I'm trying to fly.
I can put on the mask again.
I've come too close...
I don't want to die.
«C.P.»
