Consuming, denying me to move on.
Depressing, the thought of it alone.

Like a dagger, sharp and pointy,
You use it, all of it, in me, completely.

I must say, i'm not blind.
I saw this coming, in my own mind.
The only difference is this:
In my mind, at the end, you miss.

But you didn't. You hit right on the spot.
The soft one, my tender one, my heart.

The sad part of it is,
That I live, and can see the upcoming.
Oh, shit, i can see it all.
god! help me! make me collapse and fall!


I hate myself feeling this way.
Towards me, towards you, I got nothing else to say.
Except one. and you know it,
So i'm not gonna say it anyway.