Break the glass in case of emergency,
its not open chest but its still surgery,
my heart beats last until her eyes they see.
Her eyes they see,
the things in me.
The fear of death
and the spark of life,
This haunting memory
is like a cutting knife,
**** the present
more like ***** the past,
I've saved everything on my mind
but it still won't last.
I'm tempted to just stay in bed,
but dreaming is the last thing I need to get ahead, were fixed and no tear shed,
weird how we grow up but i still want play,
when life is leaving then I will stay.