I'm cutting holes in the back of my eyes to make room for all the black skies that I can't See, and can't see me. Making friends with some kids from a new town Buried bodies coming up from the ground now, and I am dead or dying I am tired of trying now I spent a month living out on the East coast, it made me realize who I love most and That's not you I'm sorry for the things that I said, dear, but you and I were left in last year, and now We're gone We've been for so long I've come to terms with the fact that I'm dying And my lungs are turning black from the smoking But I am not afraid No, I am not afraid