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i've been reflecting on my past a lot lately and i was inspired to write this song. if you have any ideas for a title, i'd take it into consideration. if i choose it i'll mention you on my next album.

the silence, the cold wind, the bitterness, the darkness.
these are the things i've come to recognize as home.

the sadness, the anger, the hatred, and the apathy.
these are all the things that are left of me.

yet another day goes by, yet another night forgotten. just another reminder of my pain. yet another week goes by, more time wasted. and another year passes right before my eyes. yet the hurt remains.

we've lost a lot in life. but we can always count on our friends hurt and betrayal to be there for us.

the razor, the cold skin, the anguish, my darkest omens.
all i have left in these, my final moments.

the the sadness, the anger, the hatred, the apathy.
they have been the death of me.

Author's Note

if you have any ideas for a title, i'd take it into consideration. if i choose it, (when i get a new band together and record an album) i'll mention you in the co-pilot next to the lyrics.