I've been fighting the same old war. Against a disease without a cure. Been holding on for so long. For so long, for so long.
I've been wishing upon a star, as my universe falls apart. I feel so far from the sky, as my dreams are flying by. And they say it's a battle that can't be won. We need our knives, we need our guns.
Should I run away, and change my name. Or should I, stay and fight, through the night. And never close my eyes. I'll never close my eyes.















