hey there,
i'm the last one left,
besides you,
i wonder how it feels,
to be the last two left,
on the very face,
of a desecrated wasteland,
no hopes,
dreams mean nothing,
its just you and me,
and that's rather sad,
cause you have what i want,
you have my soul,
i thought i lost it,
but its in that bottle,
in your possesion,
that's what i need to go to heaven,
but no,
you had to take it from me,
*rips your soul out*
guess i could pass for you,
sleep well...