Swept away by all that I adore and hate the most,
The raging river called love
Dragged me under rather than letting me live the life I chose
Dearest... What have I done?
Never to be holding your hand again,
Feeling the cold murky passion fill my lungs
Drowning in the very love that brought me pain
And of this eternal fight... My weakness has won.
I hate that I want this so badly
I wish the feelings would fly from my heart
To leave me in peace where I lay crumpled, laughing madly,
For this very love has always torn me apart.
I feel myself going under
Letting the rapids keep me below the water
Losing the air I crave, falling, helplessly, forever...
And I thought I would've been smarter.
You reach your hand from somewhere up above
Breaking through the blackening haze
Faceless and nameless, you're my savior, my love,
Ripping me from the hollow grasp of devouring passion, I remain dazed.
You make me see and believe in what I hate and adore
Yet you have no face, no name, stranger
To whom do I owe my gratitude, secret hero?
Who saved my from the immense danger?
Who, I ask, saved me from being swept away
And swallowed by love's rage?
