I'm so tired.
You feed me with knives, so I learned to lick them, but cut me several times, all you ever said to me felt so sharp, bandages empty because of you, I bled too much.
If our love ends would it be a bad thing?
You appreciate my words, do you really meant that?
Cause all of this feels like an illusionary dream and I can't wake up, or how else does it seem?
You give me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave,
Why hiding if you are all I can see?
What happens if I say the words we both are afraid to off,
Does it matter, I'm already hanging upside-down.
You'll never want to talk about it,
if you ever tell the truth one day,
Please say in my face,
That you go half-blind by just looking at me,
I smell the lies, I'm not what you Please.
In your heart, do I have a place, besides your not healed pain?
Is the consequence all I ever cared about, to burn out?
When the curtains call the time, and you take my sight, will I realize,
That the villain needs me, more than you ever needed me.
