RIP THE FINE LINE BETWEEN TWO TWINES AND WATCH THE FRAGMENTS FLUTTER TO THE GROUND
FORCED APART BY BRUT STRENGTH I STAND HERE AS YOU WALKED AWAY COMMITTED TO YOUR OWN LIES AND NOW WE ARE SEPARATED
BRUSH PAST ME WITH THE PERFUME OF FRIENDSHIP I INHALE DREAMS OF TRIPS AND LONG TALKS ONLY TO FIND IT WAS A LIE
WAS I BLINDED BY THE BRIGHT LIGHT OF YOUR LIE AND FROUD YOU GAVE TO ME TO SHARE THE LIFE WE DO NOT HAVE NOW
FORCED MY FACE TO SMILE AS YOU SAID YOU WHERE LEAVING TO FIND YOUR DREAMS AND TORE MY HEART TO PIECES AS YOU SCREAMED IT WAS ALL MY FAULT THAT YOU ARE LEAVING
TWISTED THE SKIES TO SEE YOUR OWN LIES FORM THAT ARE NOW MY TRUTHS I WOKE UP TO THE TRUTH TO SEE THE SUNRISE WITHOUT YOU AS THE SWARMS OF NIGHTMARES RAGE THROUGH THE NIGHT I WILL ALWAYS BE OK
I LOST MANY THINGS I HAVE SCREAMED UNTIL BLOOD WAS FORMED WHERE WORDS SHOULD BE YOUR VOICE LOCKED AWAY IN MY HEAD LIKE A IMPRISONING PARASITE LONGING TO BE FREE GNAWING AT MY THOUGHTS
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