You say equal contribution, but all I see is a hand outstretched from a beggar.
Theres no substitution for what I bring to the table.

You may find another life - Another body to fill that hole.
But guarantee that he will be an empty shell without my soul.
That'll be just fine… With time.

May I have a say here? 
Im growing weary in this lasting sate of limbo.
Using and abusing. 
Bleeding me dry of every drop of hope.

You may find another life - Another body to fill that hole.
But guarantee that he will be an empty shell without my soul.
That'll be just fine… With time.

With Time

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