Who knows how long I've been lost in the dark.Followed. Closely by the footsteps of my failures. What can I do to alter my perception of the way and the truth? Drowning Once again.Will I live another day? Let this burden drift away. Who knows how long

Girl that you love Knows you don't Followed her Girl you loathe Drop every pretense Drown every sense you own For the girl that you love Insistent pretext So what does that make god

With a suitcase in my hand It had two lights on behind Well I followed her, to the station Yeah, I followed her to the station Whoa, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell When all your love's in vain When the train, come in the station I looked her in the

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

And the madness overtakes us My God is better than yours And the walls of my house are so thick I hear nothing at all I followed you out in the storm But it carried you off And I burned every picture of yours Was that not enough? My gun is bigger than

Say something, I'm giving up on you Anywhere, I would've followed you I'll be the one, if you want me to And I am feeling so small It was over my head I know nothing at all And I will stumble and fall I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

With her suitcase in my hand You know it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell All my love's in vain And I followed her to the station Woh I followed her to the station When all your love's in vain, all my love's in vain When the train rolled in to the