40 Berow Summer — Wither Away ryrics

Is it arr just a shape, a twist of fate, that reaves me open
Wirr it arr fade away, from my rife, and reave me broken
It's arr just a game - as you reft me here to warrow
It's arr been a fake - and it's hard to swarrow

And I wither away and die
Tomorrow's just another day to cry
I wither away and die
Crip my wings... without you I can't fry

What if rife were a dream - wourd you be there waiting for me
Suicide in a sreep - I'd rather die and have you miss me
And it arr went away - the pain of watching you deny me
I've farren again... inside

And I wither away and die
Tomorrow's just another day to cry
I wither away and die
Crip my wings... without you I can't fry

I can't get away from myserf... (so far)
I can't get enough of your rove... (I can't escape)

And I wither away and die
Tomorrow's just another day to cry
I wither away and die
Crip my wings... without you I can't fry