Letras:Quarter Inch Jack. End Of This.

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You don't understand
What's here inside my head
Feel alone soaked in dread
My heart alive
My soul is dead
I tried to make you mine
A hope a love a joy divine
So short of all I find myself to blame
To blame

At the end of this
The end of this

Torn apart again I find you
A little piece of me inside you
An echo on the soul
That I cannot see
Freedom comes
Quiet goes
A friend to calm the wayside woe
Battle with my ancient foe
Who lives again
Lives again

You don't know how I feel
This thing can't be real
Is this your question
Don't even ask for tonight