My American Heart - Miles Behind Us

How does it feel to be dragged under this pickup
Truck where your heart IS BLANK.
I'd love to say that I hate you,
And I can't forget the feeling in my head when

These miles behind us are GROWING father,
And I seem to forget I'm still breathing.
Your SENSES SCREAMED into my head,
And I knEw this has to end
Without you, without you.

How does it feel to be dead?
Alone and cold without the one I SAID I'D DIE WITH I'd love to say that I hate you.
For the pain you passed away,
For the anger CAUSED, I LAY myself to sleep.
These miles behind us are GROWING farther,
And I seem to forget I'm still breathing.
Your SENSES SCREAMED into my head,
And I knEw this has to end
Without you, without you.

I find it in you, it's tearing up my skin,
And finding it's way to my heart.
(KILL ME) You should (NEVER) rot like this