Dying is for some.
living is for others.
where do we fit in?
When does the end come?
Where has it gone and where has it been.
WE are far away.
We are closer than you think.
we are those who walk in your shadows
following you away.
from your misery to your pain you sink.
Washing away your dreams with it.
bit by bit,
you sink and drink
yet the cup gives you nothing but true lies.
will it pass you by?

       The value of a dollar changes everyday,
       yet nothing will seem the same
       I try to forget the pain
       but something keeps inside of me and brushes it all away.
       everyday seems the same
       we walk into our mindless days like robots
       we try to act like we usually do
       but nothing works that way
       but at the end of our days
       of our lives
       we seem to try to remember it all
       but it's just a fading memory