There's few things left inside of me,
A hope I may convey.
And if there's one thing that I want,
It's that this feeling never fades.
And if I can bring myself,
To breathe another day,
I think the stars may hold true,
And I will finally decay.
You're too deaf to hear,
the words that I scream.
You're too blind to see,
the heart inside of me.
You're too dead to breathe,
the air that I scream.
You're too cold to just,
Believe, in, me.
I've felt the need to push away,
and see myself face to face.
And if there's one thing that I fear,