browsing through my time//
neglecting moments that could've been mine//

(but that's all in my head)

can't mind what derives from the voices that want me dead//
"I love you", I should've said//

(it's always better to accept)

paint my emotions or lay in bed?//
can't no longer dread when there's so much ahead//

it's all beyond "me", rather feel gold than the lead pointed at my head//