Miles Behind Us

How does it feel to be dragged under this pickup Truck where your heart IS BLANK. I'd love to say that I hate you, And I can't forget the feeling in my head when These miles behind us are GROWING father, And I seem to forget I'm still breathing. Your SENSES SCREAMED into my head, And I knEw this has to end Without you, without you. How does it feel to be dead? Alone and cold without the one I SAID I'D DIE WITH I'd love to say that I hate you. For the pain you passed away, For the anger CAUSED, I LAY myself to sleep. These miles behind us are GROWING farther, And I seem to forget I'm still breathing. Your SENSES SCREAMED into my head, And I knEw this has to end Without you, without you. I find it in you, it's tearing up my skin, And finding it's way to my heart. (KILL ME) You should (NEVER) rot like this