It's not right how I feel when I think of you
It's not right how I still wish I could go back...

First my happiness, then my mind
I've nothing left to lose...

Old habits.
The feeling of the blade on my skin...

Open veins, I drop my faith,
An instant. An instant alone...

She saved me.
Took me back to where I wanted to be...

A rush.
She rustles the trees and my breath runs short...

A rush.
She touches my hand and my breath runs short...

Shaking hands reach for small pink lips.
Empty eyes know the floor...

Once you've gone and tasted excessive pain,
There is no way to get your old joy back...

His eyes, as bright as the stars in the sky,
Pierce through my secrets nonjudgementally...

Why do we fool ourselves, even as we speak?
What do we gain by not acting...

I'm sorry.
I never meant to hurt you...