Count the seconds, the clock ticks fast.

Every breath could be your last.

You’re dying now, and I feel alone,

Your tears make my body ache to the bone.

The sparkle in your eyes echos in my memories, as if to rhyme.

I suppose eventually everyone runs out of time.

The strange games you play with my brain,
Are simply driving me insane.
You shoot me down, and wither my heart.
With you there’s really no place to start.
When I’m with you I feel cold.
Your attitude and abuse are getting old.
I have to escape you...some way, somehow.
But I can’t, not here, not now.

Every time I become locked in a haze upon your sea blue eyes,
I feel my heart tense as, I memorize your lies.
I trusted you with everything I had.
You left me crying, and had me far beyond any kind of sad.
I watched you leave me. I saw you waltz out my door.
What’s left for me now...? Nothing anymore.

The best of my dreams are the ones in which I die.
I can see a life beyond my own, and ask, who, what, when, where, why?
In my twisted paradise all I see are perfect days,
But even in my dreams, the things I love the most tend to fade away.
Then I finally awake to my miserable life,
And I find myself asking, why I even try?
These are the moments I realize why my favourite dreams are the ones in which I die.

I told myslef that this was done.
I thought my mind had finally won.
But after all this time I see,
There really is no beating me.
My mind and my soul,
Have but only one goal.
And that is to find peace with what I’ve lost.