something desired is longing for
but something so happy, is shot at long
the blade of november is piercing me
it cuts my arms, its ending me
it's become so hard to believe in miracles
i've fallen and i'm pleading, i'm flailing free
i hear your voice, so far away
this one last pill relieves from pain
and happiness seems past away
how does it feel?
you'll never see my face again
it's become so hard to believe in miracles
i've fallen and i'm pleading, i'm flailing free
in the distance, i see death,
i'll be away
the ides of december approaches me
it's become so hard to believe in miracles
i've fallen and i'm pleading, i'm flailing free