He is killing himself..
Living in death..
Dying every day..
Killing me!
Dead already..
Both dead, Both..
“What can I do”, he asks
Iv no answer
I just don’t know
Iv nothing to help him
And he is killing himself
Every day
am I afraid for him?
Or that is for me?
You are building a grave for three
Is it you?
I am dying for you
I am dying with you
You are working on death
Make it fast,
Make it fast,
You are building a grave for three...
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