Shot of hemoglobin--
Heart skipped a       beat--
Because I'm held.
Because I'm held,

I'm breathless.
                           I have to get back on my feet.

You say we never die,
                                         and we never cry,
but did you even think about today.

Sometimes I'm floating through--
                                                            blue and
                 purple mountain sides--

I want to feel
that warmth in my       veins,
and that
fuzzy feeling in my       brain.

Sometimes I wanna die.
Sometimes I wanna cry.

Yet, I remember:
I am not the only one
with something to (hide)