I rest my head on the pillow, one last time. Oh, the pain. I see the day come, then it runs away in fear of the dark. Leave the memories the way they are, leave them to slowly fade away. There's no time to create new ones, we'll have to live in the past. Leave me alone in the forest, with a gun in my hand. Trust me to fly away. Like roses on the bed, like a bullet in my head. Save me today, but tomorrow I'll be dead.