Weightless

How does it feel to know that you are dying? Will my fears of down below start multiplying? And when I gasp out for air, is it simply not there? I see my family and friends, and they all just shed a tear All surrounding, I can't say a thing Will they ever forgive me? I am afraid of feeling weightless Do my mistakes hold me down? And I don't think I can continue living So will I rise above, or be hell bound? The red hands of fate Have finally come down upon me As I hear those cemetery gates Call my name constantly I may have made some mistakes And now it's my price to pay Why do I always find such clarity After it's way too late? What will it take, what will it be To fill that empty part of me? That is afraid of feeling weightless Do my mistakes hold me down? And I don't think I can continue living So will I rise above, or be hell bound? Cause the hardest part of all of it is letting go All the times you failed to do your best Will fade into all the rest If we have to cut this story short Then now it's time for me to go But if there's somebody out there listening I'm begging for you now to let me know Well, as you wish, but I don't think I'm what you expected I don't play a single hand, and have a couple in your pockets I find it so deceitful, yet hilarious You've played the victim so much in your life You're convinced your a prophet I see you're getting tired And you wanna feel relief But if you wanna see the other side You'll have to get through me To understand this peace you seek You must first see the one it meets Face all the pain you've ever felt And all of it you've helped create Cause you're so Cunning, hypocritical Deceptive individual Your love is too conditional You're hating til' you're miserable You're living in the fictional Mind stuck inside the chemical So you'll never ever have to face reality Saving you is something that Could probably use a miracle Cause everybody in your life Just found you too forgivable But luckily, I won't even Find this remotely difficult When I say you'll beat it out of you I mean it literal If you can't accept and forgive, suffering won't end For every bitter moment, there's an equal opposite If you're afraid, and feeling wasted And all you're days seem to bring you down Channel the pain, and make it something different So they will know your name when you're not around Sinners and saints will always point their fingers But who's to say they aren't the same?