Past


Everyday 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 watch me dyin
That's not me in the mirror in the dark
That's my end ý know that's the end ý know that's the eeend

I miss my past and fear my end
And ý'll do so till the end
I miss my past and taste the pain
And ý'll do so at the end

Day from day ý decay faster you can't know how it feels
Sitting up in bad at night ý'm too tired for A sleep
This fear rips my heart apart but ý don't know why ý'm cryin
There's nothing left to do and ý think ý can't go on
I can't go on ý know ý can't go on ý know can't go ooon







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