He pretended he was dead.
Said hail mary in his head, but he still got the kick again.
And, when there was nothing left but ash and smoke,
he raised himself up and looked at the world, he still wanted to live in
some more.
Though everything he loved was gone.
Though everything he loved was gone.
All he could do was walk down that road.
It was muddy and winding in the night.
He wore shredded clothes.
He thinks that maybe someday he'd look back on this as his secret,
secret.
They might see pieces in his eyes or never wonder why.
Everything he loved was gone.
Everything he loved was gone.
Come closer to the light.
She'll have no questions.
She'll just help you inside.
Everything he loved was gone.
Everything he loved was gon