Take the sting away
Save it for another day
Don't you rain on my parade
Time to turn a brighter shade
What's this feeling under my skin
Is it life, or just one more emotion
Peel it all away,it's just another schism
Are we really anything more than just an organism?
Time is running out, the air in here is getting quite thin
I can't even stop this, I don't even know where to begin
I feel the cold hard grip at the very edge of my pale throat
"Sorry I can't do this anymore," is etched into the eternal note
"You can't stay here," he says, "I'm sorry, but it's time to leave."
"Old friend," I say, "No one's left. Who will it be that shall soon grieve?"
"It matters not, for your time is now. Please Come quietly, and do not bicker."
I turn and whisper,