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…