) Oh no ) I'm dying wrong ) I can read it in the whites And the thing is, I knew it before I reopen my eyes And if I didn't know to be afraid, The faces make me sure that I do now As I sit and wait... Oh no, I'm dying wrong But I'm still laying here alive With a black spot on my arm And so calm I look inside And I see the things I always knew But wasn't sure until now That if it comes to claim I won't run