dead boy talking

The blood on her lips

Tasts like something close to you

Too bad its over

Too bad I lost you

Lost the sensation of you

At least I have her

She keeps me so warm

While you have failed to keep up

With those who live on

Land of the living

Is not the worst place to be

The lies I tell them

Them being just me

my reflection knows half truths

When they spill so free

I wish you were here

To keep me nice company

Instead I got this fear

Fear of being dead

Fear of being dead like you

Too bad you are gone

Too bad you are gone

And she has taken your spot

With the taste of blood