When I have nothing left to feel.
When I have nothing left to say
I'll just let this slip away.
I feel these engines power down.
I feel this heart begin to bleed
as I turn this burning page.
Please forgive me if I bleed.
Please forgive me if I breathe.
I have words I need to say.
Oh so very much to say.
And whose life do I lead?
And whose blood do I bleed?
Whose air do I breathe?
With whose skin now do I feel?
I'm supposed to walk away from here.
I'm supposed to walk away from here.
And whose life do I lead?

What happens now?
Have I done something wrong?
Forgive my need to bleed right now.
