End of Days

If tomorrow comes
I want to give and not receive
A single thing
I've now reached the end of my days
Cause I've lost the world that I chose
I chose to create

I'm still holding on to the tiniest things
While the bird is falling it still sings
La la la
Where will I go
Who will I be
Will I still dream

I'm stripped bare
And the wind keeps blowing
Bending the branches that I once reached

Maybe this time I'll get it right
It won't be long
Soon I'll lose this fight for life
Without the weight, without the pain
I will dream