Yea you
Say that things will look up.
Cause I won't give up.
We're here... Breathing. But how do we come to life?
To know would be nice.
And I gotta pull throw.
To show them what i can do.
I won't be too ******* myself.
No, not anymore.
Yea you
You feel for what?
To hurt.
But I won't.
I don't have time to feel.
I wouldn't know how to heal.
The weaker we get the stronger they seem.
And you, yea you were a dream.
That wouldn't come true.
Not even when I said I love you.
I saw.
Nothing more than a memory
And now, nothing at all.