Last I checked, I was alive.
No reason why I should fade and die.
Yet I always feel like I'm dead and gone.
It's obvious I've got a head of rustified led.

I always wonder how the evil penetrates
To my brain deciding to take over my fate.
If I died, would it be justified?
If I left, could I skip the goodbye?

Well, false hope has consumed me before.
Shoved inside of me right to the core.
And I'm afraid it could be happening again.
Loss of hope restored like I expect quite often.

But all I want to do is live.
Through it all, I knew I needed to live.
Yes, all I want to do is live.
Someone please bring me back from the dead.