If I die give my body to the sun please don't cry this field of tears will let me run but the echoes sparcely tell me where to go and I'm stuck between the rain and the snow I didn't think dying would be so hard I didn't think living would be so hard
waking up in the turning tide was easier than living in your eyes, my love and the paper let me use it's face to tell you of all my disgrace and I'm sorry if you didn't say "goodbye" yes I'm sorry if I ever made you cry
but none of this time was wasted on you I thought I was fine walking in these shoes but the water was just too cold and your words were just too bold then the summer came at early spring and my lungs let out a breath and then a scream and as I lie here dying
you haven't lost a thing
you haven't lost a thing
these lonely eyes are letting go of pain so if I die, let my blood leave a stain