past

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every day it’s getting tougher to take that torturing pain
the sweet memories of the past lead me to the end
knocked down by a game from the first day you watched me dyin’
that’s not me in the mirror, in the dark
that’s my end

i know that’s the end

i miss my past and fear my end
and i’ll do so till the end
i miss my past and taste the pain
and i’ll do so at the end

day from day i decay faster you can’t know how it feels
sitting up in bed at night i’m too tired for a sleep
this fear rips my heart apart but i don’t know why i’m cryin’
there’s nothing left to do and i think i can’t go on

i know i can’t go on