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So this is what it'd be like?Everything bathed in a harsh bright light?Things look slightly askewSurging emotion obscures the viewReaching out for something to holdSlow motion realities start to unfoldIt's all strangely sereneA white pulse made out of screamsLife is so quick, why make it last?Endless potential, bottomless regretWhy is the impact so immense?Maybe because I worry it could have been me insteadOne day soon we'll catch up againAwkward words with forgotten friendsNow just flashes on the screenWhy is the past so pristine?Condolences are sputtered and meekBut more at hand than the answers we seekThe floor drops out at the brinkThe brightest stars start to sinkLife is so quick, why make it last?Endless potential, bottomless regretWhy is the impact so immense?SongtexteMaybe because I know it could have been me insteadIt's always on my conscienceIt all weighs on my conscienceIt all plays on my conscienceIt's always on my conscienceLife is so quick, why make it last?Endless potential, bottomless regretWhy is the impact so immense?Maybe because I know it could have been me instead Aus Songtexte Mania