My soul is weak
my eyes are blind
the fire that drove me on
is nothing more than dust and ash
today my friend was gone
now he got his name on a rock again
this time its the last
and he got his flowers and his friends i'm sure
the party's over fast
so put your hand in my hand and maybe we'll forget
that life had even started before the day we met.

my rotten bones
full of holes
skin just hold 'em in
might look like I'm damaged, but the damage is deep within
so put your hand in my hand and maybe we'll forget
that life had even started before the day we met