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... 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... 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... 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...