Testo Overload

My youth is spent. My mind is numb.
I can't relate, I'm out of place.
I can't connect and I'm fighting
to make sense of your death.
When the blood from your youth
comes spilling right out from you,
you see things straight,
you see the truth and you fear it. Another night is over.
Death took your hand and your heart burst.
Under the pressure your heart gave way.
It's just an overload.
My youth is spent, my thoughts explode.
I touched your chest and it was cold.
I can't connect. I'm still fighting,
no I won't relent. Our hearts gave way