Like a bandage for the scars on my soul
That much I needed to hear your voice just once more
Your choice, but tried to blame me
Just to save yourself from painless sorrow
So run

Must keep freezing.

Deeper down, I found this burning station to overflow.
Fighting to consume all my torment, drowning in gears of thoughts.

I ascribed it to my age.
I ascribed it to my mistakes.
I ascribed it to my aims.
I ascribed it to my grief.

You’re dead this way.
Need your touch.
I keep killing over and over this burglar.

Why?

I suffer like I never did.
I suffer like I never did.
I suffer like I never did.

Waiting now, to make it end.

For a long period of time, I thought that hating you would be the perfect cure for me, but I was wrong.
Forgiveness is the best way to recover, and the hardest to give.