I broke with your demise. You washed your hands clean.
But I saw your mother cry. She prays for you and not me.
Not me, not me, she prays for you and not me. No. Not.

I'm angry you gave up. In cold death what have you got?
How can I keep fighting? It's not just your life.
Just look what you've left me. I've learned enough about loss.
So crippled in mourning. Was that your right?

This script I've memorized, each day a new scene.
Some think they've seen me smile, it's just a role, it's not me.
Not me, not me, I told you once it's not me. No. Not.

I'm angry you gave up. In cold death what have you got?
How can I keep fighting? It's not just your life.
Just look what you've left me. I've learned enough about loss.
So crippled in mourning. Was that your right?

I can't believe
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Pieces of me
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I can't believe the reflection that's in front of me.
Changing can be good or bad or tragedy.
I thought that falling was free,
I should've known the price would be pieces of me.
No, no, no, no more.

I want to be whole.

I can't be without you, on my knees without you.
Not the same without you, take my eyes
Cuz I can't see without you. I must be without you.
Walk through this without you. Who am I?

I broke with your demise. You washed your hands clean.
But I saw your mother cry. She prays for you and not me.

Without your eyes I felt you die.
Without your eyes leave me without you, you, you...
Who am I?
You, you, you, you...