to sleep i always carry death in my hand

and instead of counting sheeps

i try to forget my name

maybe sleep would come to me

if I’m someone else

erase all memories

walls i built disappear

no matter how much i run

night mares chase me like a fugitive

i begin to show withdrawal symptoms

i succumb to the all the temptation

ill just say it one time the last time

but my name doesn’t come alone

and the down is too strong

i hold death closely to my heart

to remind my self that the end is near

but the future is such a bitch

pushing me down the hill

i can’t jump yet i still have to wait

god sent me a message as clear as the moon

don’t try harder just trust me it’ll be soon

oh god i imagine a world without you

and i don’t see my self

ill keep on waiting maybe its foolish

but i don’t have anything else to do