In this life, I breathe for you and me, for ourselves.
We tire endlessly in the way of when we disagree.
End the day again¦and I feel the disheartening,
but I still go on in a destructive vow.

For you, it takes so long just to take back things you didn't mean¦
and I will do the same¦and it seems too late now.
It seems to be so innocent, just like a dream.
To get out of this tired scene,
and fuck up yet another day¦and fade away all that I say.
Will me and you go on again, knowing this pain that it's been?
My invitation to keep killing me.
For all of what we have destroying this.
Indirect: a trait I'll never miss¦
and I feel it surrounding me while you take the fall.
To get out of this tired scene,
and fuck up yet another day¦and fade away all that I say.
Will me and you go on again, knowing this pain that it's been?
My invitation to keep killing me.
We don't survive so well¦here, in our living hell.
Our life, our agony.
Please stop forgiving me.
When all is lost, lost is all I am.