A Different Deathh..

I Walk Between The Dead
The People On The Floor
They're Slumped And Pale And Broken
They're Hearts Don't Beat No More.

I Touch Upon They're Hands
As If To Say Goodbye
I Feel They're Hands On My Cheast
Willing Me To Die

I Want To Be Alone
To Run Far Away
I Wanted All The Pain I Have To Slowly Fade Away

When I Look At They're Faces
Still As Still Can Be
I Think Of You, And True Sorrow Drifts Up Onto Me

I Need You To Hold On
And To Breath
I Need To Hold Your Eyes In Mine So I Can Start To Believe

I'm Losing It Without You All
Slipping Far Away
I Can't Keep On Smiling Under The Heaviness Of All These Days

I Let Go And I Slip
I Fall To The Ground
I See That It's Me That's Dead
My Hell That Was Found.