Moody sky and willowing trees, the blowing wind, can you feel the deadly breeze.
My head hangs down, my head hangs down.
Pushing bodies and fleeting feelings, the last glimpse of light will end in trembling screaming.
My head hangs down, my head hangs down.
I'm not good enough, my will ain't strong enough, so what do you think of me now?
So weak, so young, so misunderstanding. So god what do you think of me now?
An endless night, and wallowing flight. It's the course of inner peeling.
My head hangs down, my head hangs down.
My minds off track, my thoughts lost traction, a fitting act for the ending action.
My head hangs down, my head hangs down.
I'm not good enough, my will ain't strong enough, so what do ya think of me now?
So weak, so young, so misunderstanding. So god what do you think of me now?
Finished. For now. Be brutally honest please. I want to improve, I don't want the watered down bullshit.