Lying here
I'm dying here
Crack the whip in my face
So I can feel it on my back
Crying less
I'm a mess
Chain me to the wall
So I can be bound to you
Love me
Broken is he
Distance is like a makeshift hell
Hatred for those, for it all
Run away
My mistake
Hold on, never will it end
A promise is a gift, and it echos over in my head
