How long can I hold and pretend?
In your shadow my sun is falling to end.
I am screaming inside, begging for you to see;
That all these words are contorted insides of me.
I'm cut up again, I don't see myself healing anymore;
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor.

It's to live with your words that ring in my head,
Echoing through my heart, driving...