Turned the pages of our book of love.
Blank pages everywhere.
You even crossed out the chapters before.
Black lines everywhere.
And then she said: "i can't stand another chance.
I won't change my life for you.
I just don't feel the same.
I can't feel anything at all."
And even by saying these most horrorfying words.
It's the warmest voice i've ever known.
That is digging my grave.
Why can't i be close to your heart?
What put me here miserable as sin?
And the light, the tunnel and the end.
And all the other clichees.
It almost seems ridiculous, almost too easy.
Am i supposed to walk down the same old road again?
All the guilt now rests on your shoulders.
The burden of a melting heart that follows you day by day.
I'd love to see you suffer. i want you to bleed for me.
You can't be cold like that.
Please don't give up on this.
Please don't.
You shall burn in hell.
I need your sorry eyes.
All your painfull sleepless nights.
All your sorrow.
The begging calls late in the night.
And i'm turning pages of empty books.
Try to read between the lines that never existed.
Try to find an answer.
Try to find anything at all.
Anything at all.