I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to admit
That I'm terrified
sc-scared to death of the end
When the finale comes and takes my breath away
And leaves me wanting more
The black swallows me whole
Swallows me alone
But with the confidence of a death bed at least I refuse to let go

But why
Why are you waiting for heaven to find you
Why do you die
I said get busy living or get busy writing
All the passion's in the first draft anyway

All alone, that's how we're rushing in
I just assumed I'd see my, I'd see myself out
While I'm here, I pour myself a drink
And just get used to the room
Get used to the room
After all
It's not where you are, it's who you're with finding peace
Peace and companion and
It's not the sand it's the mate
A life without love is a life that's destitute

Why
Are you waiting for ghosts to drag you in the
Light
I said let's get busy living or get busy writing
THere's no passion in revision, or didn't you know

All alone
The black swallows me whole
Swallows me alone
But with the arrogance of a death bed at least I refuse to let go

Why are you waiting for heaven to find you

But why
Why are you waiting for heaven to find you
Why do you die
I said get busy living or get busy writing
All the passion's in the first draft anyway

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