As you cross my mind darkness slips through the holes in my thoughts.
Undeniable sadness crushes my soul.
Is it true the one who broke you must be the one to mend the damage?
My heart won't forget you, no matter the evidence of our twisted truth.
There is always somone to blame in the mind of a victim.
While holding the answers to our madness, we point our finger to the one who lights our flame.
In ourselves we lose each Other. It's all just a sick game.
Heart, mind, and soul split into three.
All of which leave me empty handed.
Hallow to the touch as if we never existed.
