the sky is always prettiest when i cry
the feeling of doom never leaves my side
the sparkling of tears staining my few years
crashing down, the end nears
hold my hand while you still can
is this your god's plan?
to suffer alone, naked and cold
while the others bathe in gold?
leave me while there's time
don't think, leave me behind
my demons are too close
i can't resist them, it goes to show
i dont love you, it's time you know
