In the final curtain call. You left me here with the coldest of feelings. Weight, kind, depression. Blessing the floor with the places you've stepped in.
In the worst of all your fears. You have come so far to hear. Then turn to shout where your name is the laughingstock. Now by fire you must hang. As my word holds coarse through rain.
Is this what I wish for those and all they know?. Could depend on how cowardly I should act. (Is it from hell or does come it from within?). If she won't give me the love I came here for.
They move too fast to be words behind your teeth. The give and go of most of your memories. But I'm not the one that they need pray for. If I've got it all then what does do.
I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats. (My body's cold and it thinks I'm already gone). Or is it in the way your body moves. (I'd like to tell you but I think that you already know).