Dying

Won't listen to my heart, it's only telling me lies
About my future straining for something better
But now I'm wasted, cold dark and jaded
Bent up and tied down waiting, for you to take me

Dying, dying; dying one more time
Dying, dying, dying one last precious time

Dont wanna come back, for the same old problems
And the same old lessons when I solve them
Here's a little gold piece and you can keep it in your pocket
To remind you of nothing
But there's something in the white light
Been searching ever closer, the end to my life

Dying dying
Dying one more time
Dying one last precious time



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Brunelle
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