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You pulled my stitches right out again.

was it because you wanted me to bleed some more and to shiver in more pain?

I killed the only thing true to me

Now suppressing memories, though I think that this can’t be us.



I have to rid the disease

And I have to search myself to find a remedy for this

’Cus I have failed to change

And all the things I could have done is now sailing further away

Time ran out, so did all that we had

From now on we can only grow.



You said the words I couldn’t hear from you

Was it because I dragged you so deep down that you couldn’t climb up again?

I see no ending to the emptyness

I victimise myself when I think that this can’t be.