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, Their faces made me sure that I do now As I sit and wait Oh no I'm dying wrong But I'm still layng 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 he comes to claim I won't run