Seeping through my fingers
So cold it burns like a flame
Dripping away relentlessly
While I burn with fury and shame
Mad with frustration
I always wake up in tears
There's nothing I can do
Nothing that eases my fears
I spend my days in dread
Of the ordeal of the night
And when I close my eyes
I begin the already lost fight
Handful of water
That's all I have and will get
It just keeps seeping away
Leaving me in mortal dread
There's so little left
Hardly anything at all
I wonder what'll come to me
When the last drop will fall?
I spend my days in dread
Of the ordeal of the night
And when I close my eyes
I begin the already lost fight