There's no time, but I have so much. And when I dig it empty, I have nothing to offer. Two hands, ten fingers, to give you nothing. Do you want it?
I don't have it. A future dies, no big surprise. I killed my chance to save.
An angel cries, it burns her eyes, and she sings a different song. Silence, give me some more time to stab myself with the truth again.
Give me some time to burn myself to the ground. Help me back up.