I know it hurts too much
I know that you`re scared
I know you`re running out of trust
Wishing you were dead
In your misery
You`re not alone
So come share your tears with me
And witness it all go wrong
I know it and I feel it
Just as well as you do, Honey
It`s not our fault if death`s in love with us
It`s not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts
41 plus 66.6 equals our loss
We`re breathing only to fade away
We`re running just to get caught
What love`s lies blessed
What love`s light cursed
Just fear for the best
And hope for our worst
By Fistan Majere