So cold, so very distant.
Where does all the time go?
It's such a shame that I could walk right past you and not know the difference.
How could you expect a title when you live underground?
How could you be so cavalier when this house is so cold?
I'd rather say you rest in peace, no skin off my back.
Even though it's your blood in my veins, I do with it what I choose.
Run to your place of hiding but you can't escape the guilt.
Wake up and wish to start again, but what does that mean to me? Nothing.
My life to lead and my soul to keep.
How do I save your name from dishonor?
No more dishonor.
Shame on you.
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