Tell me, what of us now?
After everything,
What of us now?
Who would let go?
Who would surrender to this pain we both feel?
Would you argue?
Would you hate me if I say goodbye?
Falling, falling to somewhere...
Dark, cold, alone...
I can't see myself
I can't see you, Finally
I wouldn't see you
Wouldn't torment
Drowning to this pain
Drowning to this feeling
Stoping time and reality
Death is the cure for my sickness....