Everyday I’m getting stronger
But it doesn’t change the fact I’m weak
And I can feel my breathes come easy
So why is it I can barely speak?
If there’s a price than I have paid it
If there’s a sacrifice I’ve made it
But nothing’s changed
Nothing’s changed
Everything just stays the same
Will I ever walk away from this white linen?
Or is this my death bed,
My sad farewell, my “The End”?
Perhaps than, it’s best to just let go
And let myself fall…
