What we had meant nothing to you, forgotten as soon as you were through, no phone calls places, no letters sent, you just left. If I never see you again, it will be too soon. If I ever see you again, it will be too late for us. What we had meant nothing to you... I should have known back then that some things aren't meant, like the promise on your lips, like the answer in your eyes. You never meant one fucking word
As Long As We're All Living, We're All Dying
