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Until the pages of this book are filled with emptiness
Im still suspended by a thread, expecting nothing less
I feel my kindred little ways
I know how my story ends
Like me
its not your gift to choose- I know youre going to lose
Like me
this futile circumstance- you never had a chance
Like me
Im here, walking in a city that is red again
Im here, living with the dead again
Knowing why Im here again
Like me
its not your gift to choose- I know youre going to lose
Like me
this futile circumstance- you never had a chance
Like me
like me
like me
like me
I CANT STAY HERE FOREVER
THE HELL IS, I JUST CANT REMEMBER
I SEE MYSELF IN DESPERATION
THE CYANIDE OF REALIZATION
I FALL
I FALL
Like me
its not your gift to choose- I know youre going to lose
Like me
this futile circumstance- you never had a chance
Like me