Versuri The Proclaimed Bat Hunter

Broken in sections. My breath is losing it's
rhythm and my pulse is the center of attention.
Render these arms useless. I tried not to hear
her voice, but it is everything. This was the
goodbye I never said. Pain thrust through chest,
I miss her breathing and I am so sick of mine.
Dying in bleachers with my corner eye crush. Was
this the last time I would see you? Was this our
farewell? It just isn't enough when I can never
see your face again