Dying slowly... one day at a time
I'm the lowly... shadow upon your mind
I am not a pretender, I am the contender
It happens when the battle becomes your life
And for one more night you better slumber light
And I've got some rope
But this, this is not a note
And I've got a scope
But this is not a note, not a note
I've got to cope
But this is not a note, not a note, not a note
Not a note, it's not
A Note
I've seen way more than I should
But less than half of it have I understood
The sad thing is I'm only half a sight in the land of the blind
I lived more than half of my life with my hands over my eyes
Maybe tomorrow, I'll tell you everything I know
And maybe tomorrow, dread will maybe seem like hope
And I've got some rope
But this, this is not a note
And I've got a scope
But this is not a note, not a note
I've got to cope
But this is not a note, not a note, not a note
Not a note, it's not
A Note