The End

In my heart is an ache, that no one can heal
In my soul is a memory, that no one may steal
On my hand is your touch, which I can still feel
So often, do I think about you

I remember the day
I remember the pain
When reality, stole me away
You
There
Me
Here
So often, do I think about you

Flashing lights and piercing sirens
Blue, red; blue, red; blue, red

Dead.

So often, do I think about you