Sometimes the loss's in life out way the gains
the memories drag them back each and every time it rains.
i hate the fact you carry your parents guilt,
without realisation they pass the blame.
to lose the things i never really had forms regret
the one thing i never wanted yet cant forget.
and still you compare your life to theirs
it'll keep us apart and keep us sain,
after all the loss its the knowledge i'll gain.
and we can never be,
its the new light i see
you'll never really be inside of me.
You can dive and you can dive,
that use to make me feel alive,
but you'll no longer get down deep inside of me...
