Take this life, And hold it, tender in your hand. Take this life, And mold it according to the plan. They’ll move on – A memory, leaving us behind.
You never asked me who I was,
But saw me for what I had to be. You never wasted time on love When knowing no truth could set us free.
You’ll move on – A memory, leaving us behind. We’re your legacy, Abandoned, the remnants of a time.
I’ll never know a mother’s love again, I’ll never be beside her in the end.
The world just goes around, but every day I’m falling, And I reach out, but no one hears me calling. So I know now: I’ll never live at all again. Will you?
You never asked me who I am, So tell me, did you ever give a damn?