Past pain, present suffering, future fear

Shaking hands, knots in my stomach

And emptiness all over my head

Bringing bleakness and fears,

Hears too much about the future

And all future hearts in no revision,

Reflects myself with stain black eyes,

Open arms and promise of self destruction.

Would you let it be, let it live, give it up?

Would you save yourself and sacrifice us?

A sharp pain is piercing my lungs,

Filling the air with smoke and panting,

A sensation of “have to be” and “have to do”,

A killing spree inside my bones,

Wrecking heavy thoughts and helpless cries,

Leaving ashes on my clothes,

Let alone the burns and bites.

Could you let it be, let it live, give it up?

Could you save yourself and sacrifice us?

Everything between those lids

Defines the silence of empty words

And shining hope for tomorrow,

Choking on today and present beings,

Turning upside down and inside out

What’s left inside my brain and heart.

My pulse’s slowing down in anguish.

May you let it be, let it live, give it up?

May you save yourself and sacrifice us?

Should you let it be, let it live, give it up?

Should you save yourself and sacrifice us?

I would let it be, let it live, give it up.

I would save myself and sacrifice us.

Let go, let go, let go. Let go, let go, let go.