Why must I die a little everyday?
I'm colder, much older than you
There's still no difference anyway, cause my sentiments are true.
It goes on and on, the cut gets deeper and deeper.
The words aren't enough, and the hill gets steeper upwind.
You can't go on instinct. I guess I knew it all along.
Life is just a way of learning how to make believe.
Life can be something better than what you could ever see.
The last and final chance to let this go. As I tried to hold on.
You have noone that you can show how hard it is to already know.
Sing the same sad songs, the words get deeper and deeper.
The cut never heals. I havent slept in years cause I'm so Tired.
Life is just a way of learning how to make believe.
Life can be something better than what you could ever see.
What a way to go. You were never ready to know.
What a way to see that nothing is what it seems to be.
The last and final chance to let this go. As I tried to hold on.
You have noone that you can show how hard it is to already know.