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 Oh, it's not your gift to choose I know you're going to lose Like me Oh, 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 Oh, it's not your gift to choose I know you're going to lose Like me Oh, this futile circumstance You never had a chance Like me
