CyaNide, Pt. 2

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