• There's a sickness in my head,
    And it's bleeding through to my soul.
    There's a window in a dark room,
    That makes prisoners feel whole.

    The warmth in my heart,
    Buried deep below how I feel.
    It's cold and dark and ugly.
    And it's not close to real.

    The pain is coming closer.
    Save me.
    Take me.
    I don't care where.
    Hold me.
    Lie to me.
    Hear my shattered prayer.

    My eyes, empty and wide
    They take in warmth you give.
    They open and they give me
    Information making me live.

    Make me live.
    Make me breathe.
    Hold me tight
    Just anything, please.

    I want to love you
    I want to know.
    How long will this take?
    How far must I go?
    Will I run until I die
    Or walk until I fall
    Can this really be love?
    Is this really all?