paint the remains, sign the picture and drift away
an episode of a lost soul trying to find the right fucking way
but held back by no belief, no relief of having someone else's company
now getting harder to believe, getting harder to receive

A pen lies still, a piece of paper with nothing on
no more words to describe how much shit is really going on
sometimes I just wanna die and leave it all behind
and let someone else try to figure out the reason why

Who?
Who'll stand by me?

A timer ticking, tick, tock. A loser winning time
A conscience running low as the loneliness proceeds to grow
Stick to those that care because they'll be there
Will they be there for me?

The sand in the timer made its move and shifted south
The silver spoon started to rust inside my mouth
Another witness will join in so my stomach turns
They all watch me fall down now while my bridges burn
so watch them burn as the ashes form a memory
of how things used to be, flew peacefully
sometimes I wish this wasn't me. I'm coming undone
once this used to feel so right
but now it feels so wrong
wrong
so wrong

Will you try to stand by my side, will you stand by me?