We've been fighting with passive-aggression
You've been fighting with depression
But I can't stress enough what you've been pressin'
All of your ideals
Yeah, I can't help how I feel
But your life's on the line
But your hand's not in mine
Being with you 's like walking on a field of landmines
Our fightin' has to come to an end, my friend
If it doesn't our relationship will totally end
I'm done with the grind
You've been playin' with my mind
But you're the one who was slain
I'll take blame...
We'll never be the same
We don't have to end this way,
But how you've been acting is strange.
I don't feel safe
So I'll find a new place
Where all my fears will come to an end
For: Huxley Densen