I feel nothing You can wait for me here but I don't suggest you hold your breath. This is over, you won't see me soon. I've got this feeling I'll be leaving soon. I've lost the will to keep on arguing, what was left of this is gone. I found the letter you left me, it read of faded memories. You hid it safely in between a place you knew I'd one day see. This is over, you won't see me soon. I'm leaving.