Oh love,
has brought me to my knees...

In a cave of hate,
I can sleep alone...

Remember how we used just to run off,
Covering our faces with the fake laugh...

I see black smoke,
By the end of this November...

I've had enough of your pretending,
So drop the act and start living...

I got six thousand reasons,
For going to sleep...

After the love has gone,
we sit and reminisce...

Something changing in me,
feels like a soft blur...