I'm giving up. You're making me kill myself. Just stand there and watch me fall. Be another figure covered in fog, and soon you'll turn into an illusion fused with the stench of your betrayal.
Inject me with opium by the thousands. Let me go insane. I'll be surrounded in rain. No longer living in between realities.

Do you know the feelings of a person who chooses to care? To defy its feelings of hate, loss and everything unforgivable. Things that I can't forget, who constantly scream, "YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF NOW!!!" and devour my thoughts back to my past, killing me slowly, eating my soul up. How can you go on when you're dead in the inside, and you're the living dead on the outside? All that's left are...
Illusions I have to live throughout my life, not knowing what's real... real....

I'm giving up. You're making me kill m myself. Just stand there and watch me fall. Be another figure covered in fog, and soon you'll turn into an illusion fused with the stench of your betrayal. Inject me with opium by the thousands. Let me go insane. I'll be surrounded in rain. No longer living in between realities.

You're making me kill myself. Just stand there and watch me bleed from all the fog and rain I'm covered in from your filth. I'll soon become another illusion like you, in our dreams, and only our screams of death and rivalry in death will save us. It can't ever be taken away from me, since this is just another illusion, something that's a part of me. So go ahead and leave. Turn into an illusion, fused with the stench of your betrayal. And continue to drown me with opium by the thousands of time I've killed you and me. Then I'll finally die alone in my misery. While you'll just become an illusion