I know it hurts too much   I know that you're scared   I know you're running out of trust   Wishing you were dead       In your misery   You're not alone   So come share your tears with me   And witness it all go wrong       I know it and I feel it   Just as well as you do, Honey   It's not our fault if death's in love with us   It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts       41 plus 66.6 equals our loss   We're breathing only to fade away   We're running just to get caught       What love's lies blessed   What love's light cursed   Just fear for the best   And hope for our worst                By Fistan Majere