Right now to my amazement there is not enough liquor in my bottle to put me to sleep.
My eyes are wide open, and our future seems bleak at best.
The vultures are starting to swarm around me to pull at my heart
I feel a thousand knives poking at my soul waiting to take me
And a day, a week, a month, a thousand years will pass
I will still be thinking of you
I am pulling away, sacrificing, again hoping this will make you happy
Even though it brings certain doom to me
A fool
If I could run away right now, I would. Become a souless mass
filled with emptiness to eat away at the love we have
And still it would not disappear