same pace

you say you feel nothing, not even the pain inside

you say that you arent trying to run, but i know that you hide

alone and lonely, captured by the time that you face

a minute an hour its all just a race

the world is moving by too quick, though you remain at the same pace

im somehow hurt from the hollowness you leave in a trace

swallowed by the same darkness in your life, that seems impossible to erase

a life that turned into depression, an obsession with whats left

terrfied of the outcome of life or death

tuggging you by the hand im trying to save your life

minutes could be left, while im worried this could be your last night

your words and these memories, why didnt i see?

blinded by my own suffering, how could this be?

i cant let this worry me, i cant let you down i have to be brave

i will not let the next time i see you be standing over a grave...but im not so sure if its you or me i have to save