If my life were a movie
It'd be the one where the hero didn't win
If the hero is even a hero at all
Everything I've ever done wrong etched into my memory before i take the final fall
My soul no longer cries out
My mind has done a good job of sewing it's mouth shut
I'm too much of a coward to end it all
Through my head the thoughts will continue to crawl
They've planted a tree
As far as they could deep down inside of me
Its roots in my feet
Its branches grow twisted within me as i sleep
Cut me down