Another body bag, pathetic, Picture frame obituary faded in the attic A shadow of someone you used to be You've seen so many in these flames And swore that you'd never become the cliche A long forgotten memory And when you wake
Everything you ever wanted Everything you never had Everything learned forgotten and dead Everything turns to nothing
Another day, a little dirt for the grave Is it worth everything that you gave What a beautiful way to waste away
Consumed by dependency A lesson in despondency A long forgotten memory And when you wake
Everything you ever wanted Everything you never had Everything learned, forgotten and dead Everything turns to nothing
And then you wake How quickly the master Turns into the slave Slowly succumbing more Every dying day
Everything you ever wanted Everything you never had Everything learned forgotten and dead Everything turns to nothing
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