Franticly walking around,
Just waiting to be found.
Lost in the darkness of your heart,
Slowly being torn apart.
You can feel it
The heart beat, the pulse.
The more you want
The less you will get.
Air is getting short,
And you're unable to breathe.
Slowly you'll say,
You're lucky it's me.
Watching,waiting,laughing
As you slowly travel to the underworld.
Now I'm back to my daily life,
And I don't think about you
Because now I know who is torchering you...
