Fallen From Grace

Let me be. Please.
Just let me go to waste
I want to sit here, doing nothing,
being nobody. I'm sick
I'm destroyed, a bloody mess
in the middle of the street.
So can I die here for today?
My broken body is tired of the stress.
So let me rest.
I don't care if I'm always wrong
Stuck in my ways because I won't listen to you!
Just trample on my destroyed bones
And I'll sleep here beside the dead.
I'll stay buried like I am
There'll be no more changing from me.
My heavy eyelids will close....
Maybe forever, maybe for a day
Who will ever know?