Why the Hell do you think I should throw my body into the flames

Burning inside of the fire pit with a bunch of souls with forgotten names

When I am not there you can't seem to remember who the Hell I was

I am just like one little shot of whisky, just merely a buzz

You are not making this seem like a heaven but my own personal Hell

I am listening to my own tears instead of dancing to the tune of the chapel bell

I am going to have to put up a struggle and fight on

Stay up all night bleeding and hurting way later then the break of dawn

Try so hard to grow the wings back that I cut off so long ago

But then I just have to take a grip onto reality and realize that I let my chance go.

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