Laying in the dark, my hands they stretch for the sky.
The dirt is just so cold, and I rest on my side.
I was living all this time but I just never had life.
I would sleep in the day, and then I'd get up at night.

Even Though I hate myself, I'm begging for life
They left me to die, but I'm not ready to die
Push me to the edge and I'll call death to my side.
Tell him to ready his scythe, but I said I was fine.

Don't know why I'm so upset, again I ask why.
But rather than the truth, I pay attention to lies.
run away from the real, but said I'd never just hide.
Not calling for help, but I'll write a message they'll find.

If you were ever there you'd see distress in my eyes.
They said they would stay, I guess everyone lies
Hands tremble I try, to hold them steady to write
so down in the depths, I came from Everest's heights.

On the old parchment paper, its gone yellow from time.
The paper it's so dated, thought it never was white.
He's writing it with ease, his pencil just glides
He puts the rope around until his head is inside

He feels it pinching all up on his neck its so tight
Well, this is it, it's the end of the line
He hears a howl near, he's afraid of the sound
He tries to jump to death, note taped to his crown

It's instant regret, more so he hates himself now
Just from his perspective, no debate he's so foul
He sees a black figure and its off to the side
Choking on the rope, he'll be gone in no time

Fingers on his neck, but hands are on both his sides
He's on the ground safe, when he thought he would die
As he just inhales, the air is god to his pipes
What was standing over him, a monster at night?

once he regained focus, with no spots in his eyes
Once he saw past the night, past the dark to the light
You would not believe what he saw out his eyes
Everything is different, no more fog in the sky
Not saved by a monster, not at all it was nice
Saved by a person, with blonde locks and blue eyes