Gone...
Constantly wishing that my heart will stop beating one day,
With all that life has to offer,
What am I but a spectical waiting to decay away,
Wanting to rip my flesh off and dies away,
Slowly but surely it will each and everyday,
Tired of living and not knowing who I am,
Putting a mask on to store away the pain,
but when in all reality myself is slowly fading away,
Wanting that day where I become what I was once made,
DUST...
Gone in the wind without a "miss" or a "must",
Knowing that, that day will come walking on paradise where it's only just us,
So take me Heavenly Father,
So I can finally take off my strings & mask,
Cause you'll take me as I am,
And I'll be Free...
At Last.