Waking up, you’re my very first thought.
I’m sick of it all, trapped in this knot.
Feels like I just want to wither and die.
I’m sick of it all, and I don’t know why.
From the start to the end of our long, endless view,
You were always so kind, and it hurts that it's true.
It aches in my chest, a dull, heavy pain,
I just want us to fade, like mist in the rain.
I’m sick of it all.
But a quiet goodbye...
Maybe it’s perfect for you and I.