-Or die trying-


We fall so often.
Bathed in the light we never turn off.
Weve walked so far today.
I rest my head on your shoulder.
So little comfort comes my way.

I stare into your eyes and see the sky
Youre brand-new again.
I wont leave a mark.
We fall too often.
Im laced with defeat again.

You talk. You ask. You tell.
Ive no reply for you.
My throat has been cut
So I write in blood.
Until I begin to fade.

I rest my head on your shoulder.
To steal some comfort
My warm turns to cold
My world turns to black.
Weve walked so far today.


Written and owned by Dan Chubaty