Stop breathing, turn cold and die.
That which I desire leads me to a shallow grave.
Unable to find tomorrow,
for tomorrow is the seed of sobriety.
Happiness flows downhill, life follows.
Wander to walk off the pain.
Hurt from the heart cripples all thought.
True love unable,
for my soul does not exist.
The external hides the internal.
God as my Creator take me at my word,
from thy knees and heal me.
Heal me, heal me!
