Thrown to the Wind

I'm counting down until the day that I can close my eyes Sick of the lows that come with the highs I’m counting down until the day that I can reach past the light To find there is no other side Searching for hope becomes a disease Too sick to live, too sick to bleed You make things hard on yourself When you start bleeding out for someone else These are the numbered days We can't erase Don't spend a lifetime making the same mistakes Over and over again We cave in, without thinking We throw ourselves to the wind Over and over again We cave in, without thinking We throw ourselves to the wind I'm counting down until the day That the sun swallows the world whole and all of Hell follows I'm counting down until the day there's nothing left inside me And all my bones are hollowed out Searching for hope becomes a disease Too sick to live, too sick to fucking bleed Too sick to fucking bleed, go Too sick to bleed (To sick to bleed) You make things hard on yourself When you start bleeding out for someone else These are the numbered days We can't erase Don't spend a lifetime making the same mistakes Over and over again We cave in, without thinking We throw ourselves to the wind Over and over again We cave in, without thinking We throw ourselves to the wind We throw ourselves to the wind I'm so sick of all the lows that come with the highs I'm so sick of all the lows that come with the highs

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026