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I cut the pain away, I cut you off as well
how can I survive, when all I know is hell

I've seen the world burn down, I've seen my self decay
but what should I do, when my reality fades away?

Tell me it'll be alright, tell me the morning is on its way
hold my hand forevermore, and keep the loneliness at bay

The pain rushes in with the tide,
and I feel so alone now, without you by my side
the darkness is whispering sweet dreams of mine,
but what am I supposed to do
when the darkness comes inside?
It’s not just the song that kills me, it’s the way I listened to the lyrics while talking to you.

It’s not just the song that kills me, it’s the way I smiled when I heard it. When I heard it my brain turned those lyrics into your beautiful face.

It’s not just the song that kills me, it’s the way it reminds me of the pain you caused me. The heartbreak, the embarrassment, the pure anger.

It’s not just the song that kills me, it’s you.

— The End —