When you've thought that you've master
And locked it in the cage
It comes back with a hazard
In your golden age
It's kills you towards yourself
It attacks directly,not with stealth
But all you can think of is her and that it hurts
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
I can't think about anything else
Not in a jail but locked in cells
With her I was purple, alone I'm happily red
Now back in black once again
The darkness is depression and the abuse
I need a friend like her, that'll not let me lose
To have it I need a miracle, so I can not choose
In every corner there is...an excuse
