So is it me, or does everyday seem like the day before, Is it possible to possess a key to every unlocked door, so that I may lock it up to feel assured, oh what’s the use anymore…oh what’s the use anymore…I live to die and I’m dying to live, since you and I ended time it’s all I miss, so is it me or did we fall beneath the lies, of who we wanted to be through our worldly disguise, if only I could see you one last time, I hope you lived a good life, I hope you had a good time, I live to die and I’m dying to live, since you and I ended time it’s all I miss.