Dying Breaths (feat. Luke Murphy)
A knife of streaming light
Stabs through the narrow slit
They like to call a window
Into this darkened pit
The throbbing in my joints
I barely feel today
For these constant companions
Have nothing new to say
My choices brought me here
I never would have guessed
But it's too late, I fear
So I must do my best
To breathe my dying breaths
Abandoned and alone
Oh, why does no one come to me
And make it feel like home?
The door into my room
Is always open wide
I see the strangers walking
And as they glance inside
I see their looks pity
I see their looks of pain
But rarely do I ever see
Their faces once again
The faces from my past
The people I ignored
I see them in all so clearly
From before I cut the cords
That bound my life to theirs
And tied me to their hearts
I wish that I had known
Before I tore it all apart
My choices brought me here
I never would have guessed
But it's too late, I fear
So I must do my best
To breathe my dying breaths
Abandoned and alone
Oh, why does no one come to me
And make it feel like home?
The love I thought I knew
The lives I used to share
This great façade of emptiness
Held nothing for me there
I wish that I had learned
Before I cut the ties
But more I wish to warn the ones
Ignoring me outside
I silently await
The day of my last breath
Wishing there was someone here
Who I could share it with
I breathe my dying breaths
Abandoned and alone
Oh, why does no one come to me
And make it feel like home?
Oh, why does no one come to me
And make it feel like home?
Stabs through the narrow slit
They like to call a window
Into this darkened pit
The throbbing in my joints
I barely feel today
For these constant companions
Have nothing new to say
My choices brought me here
I never would have guessed
But it's too late, I fear
So I must do my best
To breathe my dying breaths
Abandoned and alone
Oh, why does no one come to me
And make it feel like home?
The door into my room
Is always open wide
I see the strangers walking
And as they glance inside
I see their looks pity
I see their looks of pain
But rarely do I ever see
Their faces once again
The faces from my past
The people I ignored
I see them in all so clearly
From before I cut the cords
That bound my life to theirs
And tied me to their hearts
I wish that I had known
Before I tore it all apart
My choices brought me here
I never would have guessed
But it's too late, I fear
So I must do my best
To breathe my dying breaths
Abandoned and alone
Oh, why does no one come to me
And make it feel like home?
The love I thought I knew
The lives I used to share
This great façade of emptiness
Held nothing for me there
I wish that I had learned
Before I cut the ties
But more I wish to warn the ones
Ignoring me outside
I silently await
The day of my last breath
Wishing there was someone here
Who I could share it with
I breathe my dying breaths
Abandoned and alone
Oh, why does no one come to me
And make it feel like home?
Oh, why does no one come to me
And make it feel like home?
Credits
Writer(s): Luke Murphy
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