Woorden: The Chiodos Bros.. Hathaway Lane.

why don't you use your knives, continue to stick them in my face leave them to be our memories that I plan to lose just like I lose you I guess I'll just cope with what I can't control after all it means the best for the both of us at night when you hear me breathing under the covers is where you'll find me trying to escape your endless reign of terror stale sweat running all over my body I'm drowning in my dreams I can't wake now I'll sleep forever what if tomorrow never comes how will I know you loved me I just need something to live for so I'll never die again.