If you look into my eyes

You'd know that I won't make it better

No I won't make it better

Any time now

If my eyes go blind, it don't matter anymore

I don’t fear anymore.

Could it be enough to start a little fire

To look up

Cast a little higher

Could we go on to make it right.

It may look as though I'm tired of breathing

Life

Could it be the end of my time?

Feeling

Why does it seem so hard to realize?

That the dream is over.

Could it be enough to start a little fire

To look up

Cast a little higher

Could we go on to make it right.

Could it be enough to burn a little brighter

Cast a little higher

Could we go on to make it right

Find your soul just to feed off and feed again

Seeing without knowing

Left some more inane

I’m tired of people sneering at what I decide; I do what I choose.

It's not fair

Living with myself

Is better than dying alone.