Accomplish nothing, as they're longing to be walking like the walking undead, replaying the same day
I know what's gone, and I know what's left when all that you once loved has faded away and all that you longed for your life has passed you by, nothing that I know'd enhance comforting
Will it be worth it?
The time spent on this moment?
COunting down the days that I wish would live forever
Oh my God,
What is going on?
My own eyes have seen a third of my blood
I'll know what's gone.
And I'll know what's left when all that I once loved has faded away
I'll replay the same day again and again over and over until I am dead.
I'll die knowing I never waited.