Let me leave this all behind. My life, my stress, my worry. When you've died a thousand times, All the lines get blurry.
Could you kill me if I asked you to, you to. You say you hate to breathe, but I do, I do, I do.
When it's cold outside, do you think of me. When you're all alone, then you might finally see, In my mind, everything's empty, including me. But I understand, that I don't understand a thing.
Could you kill me if I asked you to, you to. You say you hate to breathe, but I do, I do, I do.