He's walking down the street,
pressing his feet into the ground,
making them ache
so he'd feel alive.

He's trying not to think
'cause if he would
he'd remember the one he'd neglected
and pushed aside.

Although his head is bursting
and his face is one fire,
he can't feel a thing except the desire.

He's always short of breath
and his body's always numb.
It used to be so happy when the whole thing
just began.

But now he's left to worry
about how the tail will end,
he can't help feeling like he's
hanging by a thread.

His heart was full with bruises
as the words were said,
now all that's left is the rain
falling on his head.