A Wish For Wings That Work

Could I End my life with a knife sharpened of problems Sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein Could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul But my wings have yet to work But my wings have yet to work Change means nothing when nothing wants to change Save your strength for the first disappointment Change means nothing when nothing wants to change Save your strength for the first, for the first Forever is such an unpleasant word It begins to eat you from the inside out Beg for sleep As the noose is tied around Around your neck A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein Could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul But my wings have yet to work But my wings have yet to work Forever is such an unpleasant word It begins to eat you From the inside out Beg for sleep As this noose is tied around your neck As it's tied around your neck Could I End my life with a knife sharpened of problems Shaped of problems