There was a time when I’d be kissed awake by sunbeams shining down upon me and deep into me
Now it’s gone.
Now it seems I’m only ever awoken by the biting cold or pouring rain
And I’m in pain

Quench this thirst
Quench this thirst for paradise lost
Quench this thirst to get out of the dark
Quench this thirst to reignite the spark

So tell me what’s the use in trying to hold on
And tell me what’s the use in trying to be strong
And tell me what’s the use in trying when we’re all dead in the end
Don’t even try to save me, I’d only go and do it again

How I wish those days were here
Or that I’d realised what I had way back when I still had it
But even if I had known then would I have been able to pretend 
That I was happy knowing that it wouldn’t last

You were made for me, it’s true
But why wasn’t I made for you
And why does it always end up this way?
A timely end is better than a terminal decay, I guess,
And I keep getting caught in the way