narrator
12-06-2002, 03:58 PM
Time in windows I know it won't be right
Until the laughter it grows but dies inside
Then they ask me to please step outside
Saying after the meaning, don't let confide
Fear dims this match struck
Its burning, its turning
To dust and there's nothing else left
So can I have your last breath!
Rigid, you seperated strong
But cut apart, you wouldn't last that long
God failed his part, that I only
Asked out of, a death that lives itself along
Reject rejection, its not impressions
You hate me, but let me
Live up to the part for two of us
So can I have one last touch!
Until the laughter it grows but dies inside
Then they ask me to please step outside
Saying after the meaning, don't let confide
Fear dims this match struck
Its burning, its turning
To dust and there's nothing else left
So can I have your last breath!
Rigid, you seperated strong
But cut apart, you wouldn't last that long
God failed his part, that I only
Asked out of, a death that lives itself along
Reject rejection, its not impressions
You hate me, but let me
Live up to the part for two of us
So can I have one last touch!