Separation...
The fear...
The tense feeling of your muscles tightening with every tragic flaw...
Don't you wish that you could just hold on...?
Hold onto the precious memories that...
Sing you to sleep in a sweet, loving tone...
Doesn't it tear you apart when you know you can't find her?
Not knowing where she is and what she is doing...
Doesn't that bug you?
Separation...
Ripping your sweet memories apart...
...To where you can not find them...
Having your death laid out for you, like...
...It controls you...
Bitter sweet...
Separation...
