I try to make the feelings feel right
But I’m dying every single night

And I wish that you could see me now
Cause it’s not so much fun
Not very fun
Looking at the person
I’ve become

And we’re both dying
We’re dying here tonight
We’re meant for dying
Dying in an artificial light

Crazy thoughts of suicide
Death/sin and holy pride

And we’re both dying
We’re dying here tonight
We’re meant for dying
Dying in an artificial light

Bleeding on my very own cross
Begging you to remember
The memories of us

And yet this tourniquet
around my arm
Won’t quell the bleeding
Now you start
Telling me I’m wrong
Your right

And we’re both dying
We’re dying here tonight
We’re meant for dying
Dying in an artificial light
 
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