As i hold your urn full of ashes, im remind that life is nothing but savage.. why does he take people so good, so pure. i would trade our places, thats for sure. if i could, i should be there, instead i am here.. another day past, the end it draws near. so its clear that i steer off course, forced, fear the remorse, always dreamed of giving you more, now getting out of bed it starts to feel like a chore.. so tighten the cord im already dead to the core, choking, on the floor, .. for you i am hoping, the gates of fate will always be open..
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