It's time to make a move
It was so far, I could not write
Let it get better
Stay your hand

I keep getting this feeling
of relief, or hints of happiness
and it is all wrong
There is still blood and
pain to pay
I must make up time
I am guilty and sick
Listen to the true ill lyric in reminder

I am tired
Lying in bed alone though
is not the rest that heals
There is now time to waste
Don't **** it up.
That weight is too heavy