I'll still breathe, I'll still eat
And the sun will still shine the same as it did yesterday
But there will be no warmth, no light
I'll feel empty inside........
Perhaps for the best.
Prolly not.
Nevertheless, the day will come.
And i'll have no strength to fight.
Even now, i am too weak to release.
Tried several times to cut the line.
Yet, it wont separate. Remain as entangled as ever.
And silently i'd cry....