Fading Away
My beliefs, my morals, my everything
Bleeding away in my hands.
I cling to them; I don't want them to go.
But they're fading away even as I scream for them.
I'll fight to defend them.
I swear I will.
Bleeding away in my hands.
I cling to them; I don't want them to go.
But they're fading away even as I scream for them.
I'll fight to defend them.
I swear I will.