Clouds pass, covering the sun in my dreams My coma spanned for centuries, it seems When all you have is your mind and you've lost it What's left for you to try and find when your so exhausted? My mother's dead, my lover's left Hanging by a thread But it's more like a noose tied tightly, tightly Around my neck One foot on safe ground The other hanging off the edge Don't you cry for me when I'm gone Pick up this scattered debris From the wreckage that I leave behind You can't save me; I'm not worth it anyway