Letras:Fourth Floor Burial. Other. Epic Tragedy.

Hold on you told me. I will get better. Brighter days to come, behind these eyes. And you said these words again. But the mirror doesn?t lie. I?m lost in your thoughts again. And lately I?d rather die. So say a prayer, cause I wont be coming home, your weak again, and trust me it has shown.
I am so cold and lost without you and we all know there?s noting that I can do. So say that prayer, cause I?m not coming home. Your weak again and it has shown and I don?t need to hear these words your screaming, I?ve been told again, its best your leaving. Now forget just what these people say. They?ll never know it anyways. Ill try to write you a letter if it makes things better. I never wanted to cause pain. But I cannot play this game. So hold on to me. And carry on with the very last chance of breathing