Sleeping Limbs

My lungs are not waking up

They don't listen to what the rest of me knows.

And I'm counting down the days I have left

Only listening while I'm holding my breath

'Til I see you.

Cut it down, I will cut them down

They tower over me while I sleep

But I've had too much to just lay around

Only pretending while I'm facing the ground.

These scars, my only wish

What's the point to this?

There's no point to this

And these scars, my only wish

What's the point to this?

There's no point to this.

Hold on to me,

Hold onto my back,

I've fallen down the hole much too fast

And even if the light pours in up over my head

Will I see it then or pretend that I'm dead again.

These scars, my only wish

What's the point to this?

There's no point to this

And these scars, my only wish

What's the point to this?

There's no point to this.

Cause we all change with the morning after

But these tired hearts aren't beating fast enough

So can I ask you to leave me alone

I'll help when I am able to

get back up

get back up

get back up

get back up

get back up

get back up

get back up

get back up

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