Now, as I lay here in the dark
And I think back to the start
I know some things have to end
for the next one to begin

I walk alone, free at last
I feel the pressure letting go
from the very bottom, of my soul.
Flesh and bone fall to past like the ashes in the rain.

And fade away...

It's my Funeral, 
 [bad word] you all.
This is the end of the line,
So thank you [bad word] along.

My time [bad word]  
I don't wanna leave you behind,
But this one I'll do on my own!

Now, as we stand two worlds apart,
the time's hardened up my heart.
From a world of no regret,
that I hope won't soon forget.

I walked the line on broken glass,
I let the passion take control,
of the very bottom of my soul.
Cross the line, fade to black,
hold the candle to the flame,
and light the way.

To my Funeral, 
 [bad word] you all,
This is the end of the line,
so thank you [bad word] along.
My time [bad word] 
I don't wanna leave you behind,
But this one I'll do on my own.