Wither کے بول

I am more than familiar with feeling empty The conduit, I allow myself to drain My mind is the trench in which I will be buried Watch me wither away Put me our of my misery I can only find solace in sleep A sub-conscious sanctuary I am longing to be set free Yet I am the one who holds the key I am the one who holds the key A lifetime spent trying to place the blame On anyone or anything This is not who I am I am not who I used to be Set me free