The Path

I Die A Little Bit
Every Single Day
Slowly Withering Away
On The Path Of Decay

With Every Hour That Passes By
I Feel My Soul Fade
Until I Am Nothing But A Memory
On The Last Page
Will You Visit My Grave
And Read My Name On The Stone
Or Will You Leave Me In The Past
Suffering All Alone

I Die A Little Bit
Every Single Day
Slowly Withering Away
On The Path Of Decay

I Feel So Small
So Fragile And Old
Once My Heart Was Warm
But Now It Is Cold
These Eyes Became Blind
My Thoughts Are Now So Unclear
Everything Became So Dark
Now That Death Is Near

I Die A Little Bit
Every Single Day
Slowly Withering Away
On The Path Of Decay