When I Die

Fifteen million miles away from home

And I start breathing, and beleiving

That I can find the strength to carry on

Oh God I'm needing, too numb for feelings

Oh please don't kick me when I'm down

Or I'll drown, in my self loathing

Oh please, forget this in the morning

And I won't be mourning when I die

Anchors on my ankles, and I sunk

Into depression, or is this some lession?

And its cold and grey and no white light is guiding

Searching for insight, into my own life

Oh please, don't kick me when I'm down

Or I'll drown, in my self loathing

Oh please, forget this in the morning

And I won't be mourning when I die

And oh please, don't kick me when I'm down

Or I'll drown, in my self loathing

And please, forget this in the morning

And I won't be mourning when I...

Mouring when I, mourning when I die