Song written by Chris Lavancha. Sorry about the quality, just working with some low quality stuff.
Lyrics:
There's a paper bag n the windowsill
Filled with the pills
That you need to kill your
Ain't it sad that the pain you feel
Steals what's real
When you need to rebuild your health
You sit and watch as the silver haze
Is placed in his face
And thoughts erase again
It takes you back to the good old days
When life was a race
But it didn't taste so bad
Flying high again; you're ascending
Flying high again; with envy
Flying high again; till breathing's a chore
Flying high again; till you breath no more
You take your last dose of suicide
It's time for the ride
You don't have to try to fight it
You came so close to living a life
It's easy to cry
You shouldn't try to hide it
Flying high again; you're ascending
Flying high again; with envy
Flying high again; till breathing's a chore
Flying high again; till you breath no more
Flying high again; you're descending
Flying high again; no more envy
Flying high again; you've finished your chores
Flying high again; till you breath no more
Hey Chris,
I'd like to say that I definitely enjoyed this very much! Keep up the good work!
- Natalie
nkmc509 9 months ago
@nkmc509 Thank you very much. :-)
MrAcousticMan22 9 months ago
@MrAcousticMan22 You're welcome! ^__^
I'm going to forward this to a number of friends who might enjoy this, if you don't mind.
nkmc509 9 months ago
@nkmc509 That would be much appreciated. Music is supposed to be shared.
MrAcousticMan22 9 months ago