how many times have i been through this before and every time i find an opening i lose the door i've got to find it one day, my time will have to come it'll be so good to feel the wind and see the summer sun my body's dying slowly, so slowly piece by piece my life has got a hold of me and it will not release if only i could break away and lay myself to rest i know that it's the cowards way but i think that it is best