Something dies
Somewhere else
and all I can think of, is how you left

Someting's born
Somewhere new
How could I let myself, be without you

You should come with a life-time guarantee
Stick around, be with me

One more time
Just one more
Hold me like you used to, before

Something dies
Inside me
Your selfish need, to be free

You should come with a life-time guarantee
Stick around, be with me

Kicking dust
Steering clear
There's no wonder the end, is near

My sick hands
My sick skin
Never told you exactly, what I mean

You should come with a life-time guarantee
Stick around, be with me