Remembering is the spine of pain.
I will never see you again
death keeps surprising me every time
you were, and now you're not
I'm tired of staying behind
tired of remembering.
Remembering is what shows us the door.
I'll be needing new eyes if I'm to ever see you again
death is nothing to fear
you were here, and now you're not
I'm marching to my own end
hang on, a bit more.