Look at me now Never thought I'd be here. What was I thinking, what have I left undone, unspoken... Look at me, I feel a little helpless... Like a beetle on its back... Like a beetle on its back... And look at you Looking down at me... It wasn't meant to happen like this, I need more time to set things right. Not ready to think these thoughts In the middle of the night... Life seems never ending, until it's ending. Finite, sight unseen - we choose the path we walk. But is it meant to happen like this? Do we need more time to set things right? Are we ever prepared inside to say goodbye? Like a beetle on its back... Like a beetle on its back... Look at you now I never thought I'd see you here. How did I outlive you I couldn't see us apart, us broken... "The quality of your pain?" you said Is deep inside your heart. It wasn't meant to happen like this I need more time to set things right. Not ready to think these thoughts In the middle of the night... Is this right... That this really is the end. End game. It wasn't meant to happen like this, I need more time to set things right. And angels come in many guises to guide us... End game...