She's calling my name
Louder and louder
Her cries become
I don't want to be found
I'm tired of facing my problems
I want to run and hide
But I'm only able to do one
She's reaching for me
I can feel the cold stillness on her fingertips
An icy wind blowing on my insides
I'm not ready for this
I'm still too young
Yet it feels so numb
I'm neither hot or cold
Sick or healthy
Rich or poor
I'm dead
What does it all matter
I'm finally free
From a world full of cliches