In this life, I breathe for you and me, for ourselves.
We tire endlessly in the way of when we disagree.
End the day again...and I feel the disheartening,
but I still go on in a destructive vow.
For you, it takes so long just to take back things you didn't mean...
and I will do the same...and it seems too late now.
It seems to be so innocent, just like a dream.
To get out of this tired scene,
and f** up yet another day...and fade away all that I say.
Will me and you go on again, knowing this pain that it's been?
My invitation to keep k**ing me.
For all of what we have destroying this.
Indirect: a trait I'll never miss...
and I feel it surrounding me while you take the fall.
To get out of this tired scene,
and f** up yet another day...and fade away all that I say.
Will me and you go on again, knowing this pain that it's been?
My invitation to keep k**ing me.
We don't survive so well...here, in our living hell.
Our life, our agony.
Please stop forgiving me.
When all is lost, lost is all I am.