DYING ALONE

Seasons change as i feel my flesh wasting away.
don/t look up you/ll never make it to that place.
i can/t turn back to try and redo my burnt out past.
never given the chance of a first romance.
i hold in my hands the key to my blackened heart.
i can see the rust building up on the stone lock.
i feel my hands cramp up as i wish for another home.
i can close my eyes and sing, Alex you/re always dying alone.