Get a grip (augusta's requiem pt2)

You talk to me,
a lost soul that's been tortured,
he stole your heart,
and your dream.

so be mad,
because your innocence,
won't come back.

Augusta!
he can't control your life,
eyes need to be open,
and more alert.

i taste your fear,
that burns deep within your soul,
you need to get a grip,
and fight him back.

so get mad,
because your innocence,
won't come back.

Augusta!
he stole your precious heart,
making me,
second in line.

Augusta!
I can't believe this,
you still love him,
for his betrayal.