I REACHED BREAKING POINT LAST WINTER, I
MADE MY WAY OUT OF HERE. HOPES THAT FEELING WOULD SUBSIDE SAID THEIR
GOODBYES, PACKED UP AND DIED, LEAVING MY BROKEN BODY TO REBUILD. AND IF
THIS THING SEES ME DEAD I PRAY THAT I DON’T MAKE A MESS. I WILL WAIT MY
LIFE AWAY. SOMETIMES I FEEL SUBHUMAN, BUT THAT’S OKAY, IT’S JUST MY SOUL
ERODING AWAY. AND I KNOW IT’S NOT ENOUGH, YEAH, I KNOW IT’S NOT ENOUGH
TO JUST BE SORRY FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE. AND IF THIS THING SEES ME DEAD I
PRAY THAT I DON’T MAKE A MESS. I WILL WAIT MY LIFE AWAY.