What's become of my mind? Surprised I made it this far? Well I don't blame you one bit, It shouldn't be this hard.
I didn't sleep in a cradle, And I do remember, But all I can see is a hospital bed.
Help me watch these colors run, Fade away to grayscale. The ink still leaking, Leaving traces on my fingertips. I wish I didn't have to breathe, But I guess I gotta live. Abandoned hope reignites, But right now I'm numb inside.