Woorden: Mother Of Mercy. IV: Symptoms Of Existence. Final Breath.

In the dying hours
Before life is gone
Tell me what I would see
A quick silent release
A slow struggle alone
I wasn?t there
And now I?ll never know
What did you think of?
Who did you forget?
Did you wake up and take a final breath?
Now all that I?m left with are unanswered questions
That I think about everyday
I can?t move ahead
I just stay the same
I keep looking back and think of who?s to blame
It?s no one fault
What I?m forced to think
That?s not something I can accept
Consumes every thought
Every memory
I can?t let it out of my head
Constant reminders
Surround me everyday
I can?t make this ever go away
Did you wake up and take a final breath?
I can?t forget