Only the Dead (Part II)

Harvesting memories
I cannot even breathe
Maybe tomorrow
They'll be someone to say "I'm alright"
And I cannot even walk
It's a miracle
I can move at all oh the pain
How it cripples me inside

Maybe in the morning
I could be just fine
Light as black as nature
Darker than my mind
In the dead of night
A spirit is reborn
Never forgetting what I have learned
Never remembering why I'm gone

Yet, I'm oh so cold
I feel as though I've lost my soul
Maybe there's a method to this

Madness that I feel
I lay awake at night

My dreams are oh so frightening
What is there to do when your

Mind fails on you?

Tell myself it's over. Maybe I'll be fine
Lying to my little inner child
One more time
Maybe if I could forgive I would be fine

Never forgive that's what I have learned
Never forget that's why I am gone

I hate my memories, It feels as though
They've turned on me
Close my eyes and now I feel like less
Than what I was before. I feel as though
I closed the door maybe someday
My mind could be saved

Feeling nothing as I look up to the sky
Clouds are only answers, of questions

In my mind. Feels like the sky is falling
Now we're going to die
Never forgetting the words I said
Never remembering why I'm dead