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've never had a chance
Like me
I'm here walking in the 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've never had a chance
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
I can't stand you for ever
The hell is (magic gift?), remember
I see myself in desperation
This silent night of relaxation
I fall
I fell
Like me
Oh, it's not your gift to choose
I know you're going to lose
Like me
Oh, this futile circumstance
You've never had a chance
Like me