Over the years I've counted,
my loses and I've lost my will.
I refuse to fight over something that's right,
so I just leave my suffering with sleeping pills.
I'd never let the fights get to far so I just let go of it all.
I'm not afraid to see reason,
I'm just afraid of the light.
I am not good enough for the miracle of love and flight,
though I wish I had wings to fly overhead and leave this cruel world behind....
I must let go of this bitterness before it swallows me whole.
I only need life, and I can only live it as you can, too.
Note that my hate is only because I've let go of the things I've begun to love.
