My fingertips are empty, I think I’m fin’lly done,
The day that I’ve been dreading finally has come.
A blank mind that has been wiped, in one single nights rest.
My brain is like a little bird that had to leave the nest.
I guess it is a good thing, that all the past is gone
But why do I feel I need to continue, or just sing one final song.
Sadly, I’m not perfect, so what do you expect?
This is an honest feeling, that I just can’t neglect.