My lungs are not waking up They don't listen what the rest of me knows And I'm counting down the days I have left Only listening while I'm holding my breath Till I see you... Cut it down, I will cut them down They tower over me while I sleep But I vent too much to just lay around Only pretending while I'm facing the ground And these skies, my only wish What's the point to this? There's no point to this Hold on to me, hold on to my back I'm falling down the hole much too fast Even even if the light pours in up over my head Will I see it then, or pretend that I'm dead again. And these skies, my only wish What's the point to this? There's no point to this 'Cause we all change with the morning (mourning?) after But these tired hearts aren't beating fast enough So can I ask you to leave me alone? I'll help when I am able to Get back up