they are dancing on mystic
running  free

we cannot **** or die

we are frezing on hate
and false love

we cannot **** or die

we are the scorn of wild
the abysmal waste

we cannot **** or die

there is something we CAN do

one thing

my head ached with all the words i never said
my body numb
my lips frezing
my eyes shut tightly
i didnt want to see the pain in your eyes
after i said "im sorry"
I didn't want to feel what the pain
of loosing me was like
but i had to let you go..