I don't chase anymore
I don't hope for a sign
I don't look in my mirror
I don't want another cry
I don't want another life
A life full of hopeless love
So lie awake
Dream of us
Painfully scrape
Your mind
I give it a week
Before you open wide
Before you spread
Your wings and fly
You might act
Like the chosen one
You might think
That you're ripe
No one else
I give it a week before you die