[ strands of wires, ]

strands of wires,
crawl into your arms,
and feeds you the cure,
but nothing is going to bring you back.
i know that now,
i'm sure.
and the monitor sings,
an unfamilar note,
i wish it would play something different,
because nobody deserves to hear,
the sound of someone dying.
I would touch your face,
but you may break,
so i'll let you stay delicate,
its the best i can do.
I stand beside the bed,
in which your body lies,
i know that i should stay composed,
but im no good at goodybyes.
so i'll let you slip away,
and give into the night.
for it's been pacing the halls
of this quiet room
impending on the sorrows
of tomorows gloom.
and i  remember what you told me
in that summer before the fall
that we hate the things that break us
that makes us lose it all.
so i'll let you slip away
and give into the the night
it's been pacing the halls
of this quiet room
impending on the sorrows
of tomorows gloom.