Sleeping Limbs

My lungs are not waking up.
 They don't listen to what the rest of me knows.
 And I'm counting down the days I have left
 Only listening while I'm holding my breath
 Till I see you...
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 Cut it down, I will cut them down.
 They tower over me while I sleep.
 But I've had too much to just lay around
 Only pretending while I'm facing the ground.
 And these scars, my only wish:
 What's the point to this?
 There's no point to this.
 And these scars, my only wish:
 What's the point to this?
 There's no point to this.
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 Hold on to me, hold on to my back
 I've falling down the hole much too fast.
 And even if the light pours in up over my head
 Will I see it then, or pretend that I'm dead again?
 And these scars, my only wish:
 What's the point to this?
 There's no point to this.
 And these scars, my only wish:
 What's the point to this?
 There's no point to this.
 'Cause we all change with the morning after
 And these tired hearts aren't beating fast enough,
 So can I ask you to leave me alone?
 I'll help when I am able to
 get back up, get back up.
 Get back up, get back up.
 Get back up, get back up.
 Get back up, get back up.