The Passing
I'm watching through windows, watching myself die. Feeling it slip away here in disguise. I hide from myself, I'm hoping to stop what I can't change and it's odd. This life, I'm not the same you've got the truth. It's not what you want now, I see me watch me fall apart but I disappear. Miss what I do next, I fear I can't change but I could fall asleep quietly. Hide myself for days feigning progress my tired arms just to grasp at this life again. Alone I stand abreast with myself staring in the eyes made of my blood. See all do my body, hindsight's no good when you've got fate and it's odd. I'm not the same, I've got the truth it's not what I want watch it all slip away in the course of one day... watch it all slip away.