Paroles: Coretta Scott. Scream & Shout. Strength In A Breath.

Death be a liar
Say that the morning will come soon
And this dreary black cloud will soon be brushed away
You sound shaky on the phone
Where is he staying?
No, that's fine mom
I love you and I'll call you when I get there

With my own discretion this drive will be peaceful
Not a thought of the looming fact that rolls over and over again
And I'll feed denial, 'till it eats my insides
With each exhale the hand grips tighter around my neck

Breath deep
This could be the last chance you get to say what you mean

These buildings are blurry
And my vision is funneled
These sterile white hallways tell stories of people that will never be the same again
Please I need assistance
Where's room 107?
Down the hallway, past the stairwell, on your left

Breath deep
This could be the last chance you get to say what you mean

Please don't forget the good times that we spent together
And don't regret a wasted chance to say "I'm sorry"
And after all where do you think I got this temper
There's only love