everytime we come to pass
we break
and i get another notch in my arm
my feelings are running hot
and your just pushing to hard
this time i will pass on by
NO stop, NO pause
i wont even give you a glance
i wont give you that respect
we never had a chance
i was dead the second i met you
and you were dead the second i left this place
now years later
your somewhat alive again
i can tell by the spring in your step
i was dead before i met you
but i am no longer roaming the earth unconscious
the more i change
the less enthusiastic you become
your lossing, your missing out
on a life you'll never be apart of again
your slowly diing for what you can never have
i'm already dead what we had makes it worse

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