Sleep deprivation by choice
I only listen for his voice
this body full of pain
like knives in the coldest rain

all the way to my fingertips
there's only truth on my lips
choosing neither life or death
resisting every taken breath

scared of losing what I never had
how can it be this bad
scars on my feelings
those I'm never revealing

searching for a high roof top
cause my fear of heights will never stop
falling into an awaken coma
forsaken by my own persona

breaking what is already broken
all my fears have spoken
my tears have all frozen
waiting for what can't be chosen