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