Sleeping Limbs (From Indian Lakes)

My lungs are not waking up They don't listen to what the rest of me knows. And I'm counting down the days I have left Only listening while I'm holding my breath 'Til I see you. Cut it down, I will cut them down They tower over me while I sleep But I've had too much to just lay around Only pretending while I'm facing the ground. These scars, my only wish What's the point to this? There's no point to this And these scars, my only wish What's the point to this? There's no point to this. Hold on to me, Hold onto my back, I've fallen down the hole much too fast And even if the light pours in up over my head Will I see it then or pretend that I'm dead again. These scars, my only wish What's the point to this? There's no point to this And these scars, my only wish What's the point to this? There's no point to this. Cause we all change with the morning after But these tired hearts aren't beating fast enough So can I ask you to leave me alone I'll help when I am able to get back up get back up get back up get back up get back up get back up get back up get back up (function() {var opts = {artist: "From Indian Lakes", song: "Sleeping Limbs", genre: "Alternative", adunit_id: 39382159, div_id: "cf_async_" + Math.floor((Math.random() * 999999999)), hostname: "srv.clickfuse.com"}; document.write('');var c=function(){cf.showAsyncAd(opts)};if(window.cf)c();else{cf_async=!0;var r=document.createElement("script"),s=document.getElementsByTagName("script")[0];r.async=!0;r.src="//"+opts.hostname+"/showads/showad.js";r.readyState?r.onreadystatechange=function(){if("loaded"==r.readyState||"complete"==r.readyState)r.onreadystatechange=null,c()}:r.onload=c;s.parentNode.insertBefore(r,s)};})(); Correct these lyrics