كلمات Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead

Another Summer Rolls By And I Can't Help But Feel Pain All Those Familiar Faces Come Back to Haunt Me Again Whether I Hated Their Guts Or Hardly Knew Them At All I Always Felt Far Away Beside Them There in the Halls My Yearbook Keeps Me Informed My Yearbook Keeps Me in Line Its An Obituary Gives Me a Concept of Time We've Graduated and Grown From a Real World Once Our Own Yet We Have Proven Them Wrong By Dropping Off All Along