I only want to see your face
Without you seeing mine
I want to see the lines you say I put there
And that hollowed checkered past you know
Melts to nothing when you go
With haunting disregard for honesty
And no-one else can see what I can
No-one else can know what I can
This strange disease it shrieks and cries at me

I'm aching, I'm screaming, I'm slowly dying
I'm tired, so calm, but I'm silently crying
Life is just the smallest part
Of what I have to lose...

It took so long to realise that
There're no bright lights on my horizon
You can't survive
If you were never, ever, really alive
It's so true...