You try to make this last   But your candles burn too fast   Divided before you were born   Were you divided from your former you   You'll never make it far   Well it's time, so let go of my arm   You're dying north of 40   You are destined for its solitude   Just pull the cover over your eyes   Or do what just feels good   It's easy to be content about your life   Until it's over   Why does this feel so good   Won't somebody tell me while I'm alive   Why can't I withstand   my lust is so much stronger than my love for life   (It's just fate to play)   Will you take over when I'm bleeding   Watch me squeeze out every pint I've got   It's over   I can feel it   Well-rehearsed accidents prepare to stop   And I am trying   Know what you want before you start   I read your diary (to get to know you)   I skipped right to the end (I don't feel guilty)   Empty pages (of untold stories)   For days you didn't want to live (oh well, you've given up)   Too late to decide my fate or re-write autobiographies   And though I just woke up, I feel that I'm washed up   You're always fake (you fear the worst)   Because you've been betrayed (so well rehearsed)   It's your fault I can believe handshakes   I've gone far enough, that's why I'm washed up   It's over, I mean it   It's over, I believe it now   I'm washed up