I feel lonely
By my self
I'm just loathing over my health
Feeling as if i could see my help
Slowly getting hung on the shelf
I get outta bed just to see myself
And my dampened emotions gravitating
Toward the shorter road by the worn belt
Broken buckles
Rotten leather
Figuring out if i could disappear or whether
I could fly up to the sky
With my very own state of mind
I don't wanna die
I just wanna fly
I just want my mind
To be my very own
And sadly its running away dying