I broke into this rotting house just to remember...
I bleed to feel me living. I live to feel you need me.
You can’t smoke me out; I only smell November.
Give until I take it and then you left me grieving...

Where is all the passion? Where’s the bitter disembrace?
Where is what has happened? Where is what I should replace?

So this is my last love note, the one you’ll never read.
The words you never said... You are the walking dead.
This is where the love goes, lost as our sweat beads,
Given time I might find... I was always alone in bed

What happened to what happened? The loss of our embrace?
I can’t define passion; I replace it with empty space.

Woke into a nightmare... one where you don’t care.
I tried to climb your jagged walls of rusting steel,
But all I did was fall your spiral flight of stairs.
Tell me it was more than just a gamble on a deal...

Where the fuck is all the passion!?

Tell me what just happened, was more than an embrace.
Why do I see you laughing, while I’m crushed by my fate?

I kiss goodnight to nothing, moving my numb soul,
Hoping there is something...

Something that can fill the hole.

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