[Takala] Never was a problem (to you) to slam the door before my very eyes Never bothered you to know I'm fading, this way I'm dying You are the shorn in my flesh, the poison in my blood, tortuse in my soul I am just asking you I'm begging you to tell me what I am to you If only you could see inside me, there alone with my painW "Did it ever cross your mind that it could hurt - the way you say (so sweet)? Did you ever think that I could get hurt - the way you treat me (so sweet)?"