We all are born to die and live to try.
Try find their purpose
Try find their match
Try find their missing patch

Some die to young
Some die to old
Some die unwilling and that’s a sad truth to be told.

I sit on the side walk well cars drive by
Flickering lights upon my eyes

A hazy thought comes to mind
About a time I was actually warm inside

Fingers cold to the bone
A sliver of hope arouse

From my aching belly to my chattering teeth
I couldn’t feel the ground beneath my feet

Was it my time I had been waiting for
Or would it be another failure to add to my door

Soon I’d hope for it to end
Well my corpse turnt blue and neck bent

I feel the cold air on my back
It feels like I’m getting attacked

I feel a numbness in my feat
Shall it be my defeat

I feel a tingle down my spine
Oh is it a sign

I feel a pain in my eyes
Shall it be my time

I feel a hole in my heart
It’s because we’re apart

I feel the end is near
And I’m ready to disappear

No pain no sorrow
You won’t have to see me tomorrow