Until the pages of this book are filled with emptiness
I'm still suspended by a thread expecting nothing less
I feel my kindred little ways
I know how my story ends
Like me…
It's not your gift to choose
I know you're going to lose
Like me…
This futile circumstance
You never had a chance
Like me…
I'm here
Walking in the city that is red again
I'm here living with the dead again
Knowing why I'm here again
Like me…
It's not your gift to choose
I know you're going to lose
Like me…
This futile circumstance
You never had a chance
Like me…
I can't stay here forever
The hell is, I just can't remember
I see myself in desperation
The cyanide of realization
I fall…
I fall…
Like me…
It's not your gift to choose
I know you're going to lose
Like me…
This futile circumstance
You never had a chance
Like me…