Haunted by your memory, living with your ghost.
Im not even sure which one hurts the most.
What killed you or what's killing me.
Forced to close my eyes because I'm to scared to see.
Think that's bad well it gets much worse.
As your forced to carry your friends one by one to a hearse.
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Thanks for the comment, a friend I lost always said worser and it stuck with me.
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