End Of Me

Miss May I

Living moments all too quickly. 
My decisions have always haunted me. 
Deep in a dream, I was cut wide open,
 to bleed the evil out of me. 
Watch the train roll forward, 
running over the rails like a beast from hell. 
I feel myself tied to the tracks. 
Steel and skin, back to back. 
Will this be the end of me? 
Will this be the last moment I see? 
Will this be the end of me? 
Will this be the last moment I see?
It's hard to see clear when you can't find where you belong. 
So when I lose touch, don't let me forget, I'm still singing the same song.
Another cycle passes.
Sun rise, sun set, again and again. 
No slowing down for me. 
Am I living it up, or dying each day? 
Will this be the end of me? 
Will this be the last moment I see? 
Will this be the end of me?
Will this be the last moment I see?
It's hard to see clear when you can't find where you belong. 
So when I lose touch, don't let me forget, I'm still singing the same song.
Living moments all too quickly.
My decisions have always haunted me. 
Deep in a dream, I was cut wide open, to bleed the evil out of me.