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 a 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… like me… like me… 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…
