THE OLD CURSE OF DEATH – Unexisctence Fourteen

So Short I Can’t Hardly Feel
My Story Ends
Again And Again
And I Always Regret The Moments That I Gave
Reff: I Have Done A Few Things I Regret
Help Me To Sleep
Help Me To Forget This
I Wasn’t Wrong To Feel This Way
Screaming Outwards To Shoot Me Back In Time
I’m Not Deserve This
I Can’t Realize
If I Can’t Be Loved Then No One Shall Be
I Hope I Can’t Feel
I Hope I Can’t Breathe