I feel like the sky is falling on the eve of this, and I'm bawling,
Anticipating your words and the slaughter of my heart once more.
But from this I know I'll never truly rise again, how can I ever rise again?
Should the phoenix become tired of living again,
I wonder could it rest in its ashes, oh,
I know I'll rest in ashes,
Without your love, I've lasted so long,
All I want is to fall into your arms, but no,
When I fall I'll be that heap of ashes.
I'll never want to rise again,
Even if you outstretched your hand,
I wouldn't take it because you would only fake it.