Someone come and save my life!
Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead, but now it’s like the night is taking sides..
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind.. could it be this misery will suffice?

I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill..
And like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to ill..
Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divide could swallow me whole..
Oh, how I’m breaking down…