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...