I think disappearing would be the best
Into thin air, I guess I wouldn't mind.
My mind is black and blue, too bruised to think
Clearly or see through my hazy eyesight
Everything I do is automatic.
Barely breathing, barely sinking in me
Too close, too far away, too gone to feel
Barely breathing, barely sinking in me
But I breathe and my heart beats and I'll live.
