don't let us concentrate on all those things you love to hate. it makes this all worth the wait. but causes us to separate. . and i don't know how i should feel (i should feel).
And all of the corpses. Walk step by step. To the rhythm of your once beating heart. Over and over they march, on and on. To the same old songs. Trying to find something worth living for.
Come back home you're all alone. Everyone is waiting for. The words to say. To make you stay. To keep you in their arms. . Hold still so I can feel the words that hurt, that hit, that kills.