Fall fast like nightingales in winters cold sharp grasp. The ground approaches faster with every struggle to lift your wings to fly again.
But with every attempt comes failure. It natural. I can't pretend to think that all of this effort will pay off anymore. I'm content with losing as long as all of this finally just goes away.
Feeling conscience for the very first time. Now ill pave the way into this corrupted mind. I'm going farther than I've ever tried. Now that I've found a way to end this precious life
My heart is but a pulse away from bursting out through my chest. Cold fear shoots through my veins like shockwaves, my god this cant be happening.. And now its too late, i cant stop this anymore. Regret!
How the hell did i end up here? I can't recall this place at all... Is this my imagination? Or was that my dying breath?
Feeling conscience for the very first time. Now ill pave the way into this corrupted mind. I'm going further than I've ever tried. Now that I've found a way to end this precious life.