#tpr*

I'm doing fine, killing time I'm doing fine, killing time Over the line with a friend of mine I'm doing fine, killing time When I wake up I don't know where I was last night

Midnight, couldn't be alone with me I wanted to be young and alone with me I don't wanna do it Make a clone of me I don't want it in Tear it out of me

Dear God, can you lift me up? Can you take me higher? Dear God, can you lift me up? Keep me from the fire And all the neighbors whisper Isn't it a shame? That little girl we knew has surely gone insane

For I am Death And I can feel I got my hands Upon the wheel I am not lost For I have found The only one Who put me down

Where are you, Christmas? Why can't I find you? Why have you gone away? My world is changing I'm rearranging Does that mean Christmas changes too?

And in the back of your mind Where even dark is blind Lookin' for a sign Waitin' for your time to come But you can't outrun The hand of fate And I will wait

Drowning madly in deep blue seas Waves of sadness swallow me No soul can hear me beneath the weight No gods or saviors, no hands of fate

At 25 and still alive Much longer than expected for a man At 25, all hope has died And the glass of my intentions turns to sand And shatters in my hand