There is a pain [bad word]  From holding on too long
 subtle knife that scrapes the veins 

 We both know I'm leaving
 I'm already gone
 Even if I'm here today 

 The line that defines
 The shape of our lives
 Slowly bleeds into gray 

 The line that divides
 This world from my mind
 Can only lead me away 

 This ever present terror
 Of what each day will bring
 That I won't find the strength
 To live 

 Alive enough to see
 Just how far away I am
 From where I really need to be