Picket Line. Chapter:End. Die The First. Zeneszám

I wish that I could see but my eyes are as good as glass to me. And now its hard to breathe only seeing what I with could be mine. When do we draw the line and now its time but I don?t know how to let go.

This time I won?t follow my own, and I see you leading me on this sunken ship?.

3 inches to your heart; a true measurement. Why is it that when we see we see the same way? What I once had, I can only yearn for now, its time to let go.

Now cry. I hold the light as my hand turns red. The reason why escapes my mind. Why define what?s inside the reason? And I can?t turn off the light