i'm in denial of this,
in nine years disease will kill me, let her destroy the beauty, I don't remember you,
just the things you did, you don't remember me,
just what you had to do, i'll take the cab home and leave
my heart in the backseat, to become a statistic in a magazine, in nine years disease will kill me,
i don't want this memory, i don't need this memory.
