Reaching out...
how things look different on the way down
disillusioned, i've lost desire
will i burn in the unforgiving fire?
From the flames, i walk away
i've found a way to erase the pain
an empty bottle, my receptacle
a guardian angel called escape
Don't dwell on the forthcoming
as i know it won't be happening
and you know, when i'm gone
you'll hear my cries on the wind