Been Sick so long/the sick and the pain/Been penned so longOnce a lone wolf / now a dog who just stays
in the mansion on the hill
Some days i think maybe/ some days i never will
Faking my life/Cleaning their spills
Taking their orders/taking my pills
But the tides are turning always wanted to sail
holding my breath
waiting to exhale
Ill hold death in my pocket and
keep it as a lucky charm
If i am constant in the knowing, maybe
it will do no harm.
I think about when i wished it
feel like it came half true
Even now i still cant help it
when i am lonely
I still sometimes do.
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