Reaching out...
How things look different on the way down
Disillusioned, I´ve lost desire
Will I burn in the unforgiving fire?

From the flames, I walk away
I´ve found a way to erase the pain
An empty bottle, my receptacle
A guardian angel called escape

Don´t dwell on the forthcoming
As I know it won´t be happening
And you know, when I´m gone
You´ll hear my cries on the wind