Crushed

The crushing sound of metals and stones can be heard for miles.
The way my life flashing through my head was only a second long
Eight years of pain, lifetime of regret
If I had only said I love you instead of goodbye

Can’t feel a thing, even my feelings are numbed
My visions is blurry, is it tears or is it blood
Ribs, broken; lungs, pierced
Thoughts are beginning to slip away
Second after second, the beat of my dying heart is slowly, gently, moving towards stop

Sorry for all the troubles and mischief
Sorry for all that you hate about us
Sorry could not have been a bitter word at this moment
Again I’m sorry that I had to leave you behind

Hold me for I’m cold, but don’t touch me cause my skins are melting away
The vapors of disaster are swimming up into my nose
Hopefully I’ll passed out before I feels the intense pain
Under the foot of the hill where we used to watch the rising sun
There you’ll find me crushed

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