the clock clicks toward your final breath
now what's on the line is what you will say for the thousandth time
close your eyes and wait patiently. recall back to apathy
love wilts and the flower dies. forever never had a place in me
would life be good enough to set you free?
would death be enough to let you sleep?
it won't be getting easier
the light in me is fading dimmer
was i good for this? me and life seemed to never fit
were my intentions considered in the way this played out?
or am i just filling in another grave? did i take enough to even the score?
or did life just run its cycle on another number
would life be good enough to set you free?
would death be enough to let you sleep?
if you could see what i've seen you wouldn't question me
don't question me. don't you fucking question me