I feel the ache
start to spread,
I hear the crowd
and I\'d shoot them dead
if only I weren\'t
so wrecked in the head.
I wanna live
a life I can love,
but you that I
nor the angels above
can save me now
and I have hurt myself.
I feel like
I\'m forty-five,
I talk like
my mind is part of the hive,
I\'m living like
already I have died.