Sleeping Limbs

My lungs are not waking up. They don't listen to what the rest of me knows. And I'm counting down the days I have left Only listening while I'm holding my breath Till I see you... Cut it down, I will cut them down. They tower over me while I sleep. But I've had too much to just lay around Only pretending while I'm facing the ground. And these scars, my only wish: What's the point to this? There's no point to this. And these scars, my only wish: What's the point to this? There's no point to this. Hold on to me, hold on to my back I've falling down the hole much too fast. And even if the light pours in up over my head Will I see it then, or pretend that I'm dead again? And these scars, my only wish: What's the point to this? There's no point to this. And these scars, my only wish: What's the point to this? There's no point to this. 'Cause we all change with the morning after And these tired hearts aren't beating fast enough, So can I ask you to leave me alone? I'll help when I am able to get back up, get back up. Get back up, get back up. Get back up, get back up. Get back up, get back up.