Thrown To The Wind - Like Moths To Flames

I’m counting down until the day that I can close my eyes

Sick of the lows that come with the highs

I’m counting down until the day that I can reach past the light

To find there is no other side

Searching for hope becomes a disease

Too sick to live, too sick to bleed

You make things hard on yourself

When you start bleeding out for someone else

These are the numbered days

We can’t erase

Don’t spend a lifetime making the same mistakes

Over and over again

We cave in, without thinking

We throw ourselves to the wind

Over and over again

We cave in, without thinking

We throw ourselves to the wind

I’m counting down until the day

That the sun swallows the world whole and all of Hell follows

I’m counting down until the day there’s nothing left inside me

And all my bones are hollowed out

Searching for hope becomes a disease

Too sick to live, too sick to fucking bleed

Too sick to fucking bleed, go

Too sick to bleed

(To sick to bleed)

You make things hard on yourself

When you start bleeding out for someone else

These are the numbered days

We can’t erase

Don’t spend a lifetime making the same mistakes

Over and over again

We cave in, without thinking

We throw ourselves to the wind

Over and over again

We cave in, without thinking

We throw ourselves to the wind

We throw ourselves to the wind

I’m so sick of all the lows that come with the highs

I’m so sick of all the lows that come with the highs