The Importance of the Moment of Death - Senses Fail

I was so tired of being alone, I was so tired of listening to the in my head,

Telling myself I wasn’t good enough to be happy or proud or loving to myself,

What kind of life is that?

Finding the courage to open up my heart, and finally let me fucking breathe.

I wanna believe, I wanna believe.

I wanna believe, I wanna believe.

No one should be judged for who they love, No one should ever have to be afraid.

There’s so much grace in being vulnerable, there’s so much beauty in being

brave.

I’ve learned to love myself, I turpentine away the pain, and what I found

underneath was a quiering heart ready to beat.

I wanna believe, I wanna believe.

I wanna believe, I wanna believe.

I am no longer afraid to die, I am no longer afraid to die, I am no longer

afraid to die, I am no longer afraid to die, I am no longer afraid to die