
Catacombs of empty meaning in a life of so little worth.
He tries to ask the right questions, but can't even formulate the words.
Is it worth it, to save me? That's something he always asks.
He'd much rather drown and lay face down in a gutter, than to be facing what he has.
Inside he's dying [he's crying],
even though he looks tough.
Is the rain going to swallow him up
or will it leave him be?









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