B.I.A (The Hanged Man)

Tell me, tell me, won’t you tell me please—why do

things always happen in

threes? I use to think you were in control of your own

destiny. So many

moments being alone, you launched a plan. You chose to

be the victim and

now you’re so, so far away.

I’m waiting for the chance to finally breathe again.

Hold on to me, until

the lights go out. I’m waiting, still waiting for the

chance to finally

breathe again. Hold on to me, until the lights go out.

The hero’s journey,

the choices that you make. The villain’s downfall, the

path you know you

can’t escape. You lost control of everything.

Tell me, won’t you tell me why, I fail to see your face

in the sky? The

cold rain, it distorts my eyes, questions run through

my mind. You chose

to be the victim, you choked on the bitter end. You

chose to be the

victim, and now you’re so, so far away.

I’m waiting for the chance to finally breathe again.

Hold on to me, until

the lights go out. I’m waiting, still waiting for the

chance to finally

breathe again. Hold on to me, until the lights go out.