Текст: Colin Of Arabia. Snitch. Closure.

If all the things I loved and lost I miss you most.
When I stare in the mirror, I feel your ghost.
On the worst of days in subtle ways
I feel ashamed.
To know I couldn't have your soul, be the one that's saved.
I feel to blame.
Some birds aren't meant to be caged.
To think I couldn't feel your pain.
See you at the end of days.
Nothing gold can ever last
Always destined for a crash.
Violence ends in dying young
A knife, a needle, or a gun.
I remember