CyaNide, Pt. 2 - KVR

Soon two in the front, hell of a speedy ride

But I feel like sometimes I’m still not more than five-

-One-five-zero miles from where we were designed

You’ll return, I won’t follow, it might be just alright

'Cause the closer we were, the more distance I felt

Always wanted to speak, but I could never tell

What I had in my mind, everything that I meant

I’ve been tripping so much, can’t deny that I fell

For this and you (,) spent too little time

On me and what was in my mind

Not seen the way your eyes did blind mine

Steal my heart again and see if I might

Breathe any longer, people — among them

You are nowhere to be found

It’s me who never told (it/ya) so why do I keep wondering

If it’d be better if you were never around?

Soon two in the front, hell of a speedy ride

But I feel like sometimes I’m still not more than five-

-One-five-zero miles from where we were designed

You’ll return, I won’t follow, it might be just alright

'Cause the closer we were, the more distance I felt

Always wanted to speak, but I could never tell

What I had in my mind, everything that I meant

I’ve been tripping so much, can’t deny that I fell

For you I fell

Six Feet Below Hell