If we could just leave here
Would you leave with your hand in mine?
And would we escape to the water and wade out until we can't breath and then die with each other?
For all I have seen
I wish that my hands would come clean, but they are riddled with guilt and blistered with pain
I don't think I'll make it
I'm fading away from this place where nothing ever seems near
A place once calm, now flooded with fear
And we are running
Just take my hand and lower your eyes, as we step out on this ledge and toast to the first day of our lives
A deep breath, a belief a reprieve from this pain, I just can't get relief
I need, death to comfort me