around me, people that come and go, not sorry they've got their knives to my throat.
the cuts healed, but scars will always show that im breathing, alive to know im alone.
and it killed me, what you did and now i am wasted.
faces passing by me, empty like this evening's ghosts.
hiding at the places, from their souls, that death wont know.
all i've got is not what i've asked for
and on the night he died, i slept in the garage and i broke all the god damn windows with my fists, just for the hell of it

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