With great passion I feared so much
Finally, Surrendered your touch
Ironic, for someone who's so afraid of the past,
I find myself living it again and again

I knew from the start
That no one can mend this broken heart
Your wish was to try
My fate is to cry

I finished my search for the final salvation
Promises will be something to ignore
I will never suffer from another humiliation
Trust, from now on, is a foreign word

Even though we came this far
You are nothing but another scar
And even though I thought we could....
You are nothing but another wound.