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And at your funeral
I will sing the requiem.
I'd offer you my hand ,
It would hurt too much
To watch you die.

Just like your unbroken records,
(At your funeral.)
A comfort for you tonight.
(I will sing the requiem.)

The future that we both drew, and all the shit we've been through.
Obsessed with the thought of you, the pain just grew and grew!
How could you do this to me?
Look at what I made for you,
it never was enough and the world is what I gave to you.
I used to be love struck; now I'm just fucked up.
Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of our cuts!

toiv en tuu kipeeks sit :S