the lives I waste Now, it's time to change my ways Now, it's time to erase my name Can't see my face, you can't see my face now Pass out of existence
off the lives I waste Now it's time to change my ways Now it's time to erase my name Can't see my face You can't see my face now Pass out of existence
Översättning: Chimaira. Pass Out Of Existence.
I felt so alone You left feeling so empty and needing Can't see the glitter in you You called me all the time Hiding behind your lies materialistic Go
The reasons are not for your ears The feelings are not for your heart I circle in tears wishing, hoping, dreaming Can I find a way out besides this? I
Images still in my head of you dead I wish I could take them away instead I sit in my room alone and cry over my loss Will anything ever be the same?
way I can make it through this Can you feel my heart fade away? Do you remember what it was like when you told me no? Feeling I can't figure me out I
My scabs are almost picked Slowly growing into this Feelings I just can't let go I am such a bore that you need that much more Go back that way and see
I feel as if I have been dreaming I am confused as to how I got here One minute I am heading down a path of destruction with no hopes but for death Then
Feeding off the lives I waste Now it's time to change my ways Now it's time to erase my name Can't see my face You can't see my face now Pass out of existence
Pull up your car you're home from the night on the town Could not find anyone to go home with to show off your insecurity So you put your "I love you
Stay awake to decide Are you coming back? Is this my sanity? I can't forgive Oh is it the same to me? I can't take your place I'll never see you, never
Fall into my hole I keep seeking Is there anything left to consume now? I wish I were happy living in your perfect world You were never understanding
Late night comes are you home? No you're not You're out with urge to satisfy yourself it's your vicious plot Looking back I realize that it's my fault
always drastic A vision of a psychopathic with a razor crawling through the attic I know somewhere out there someone cares Wanting me to get my head out
Crawling back up from the floor now I look above me and there you are I see your smiling face so pure, its gold Reaching your hand out to touch mine
