You take this too literally
And it doesn't make me smile
It makes me sweat
Each time you turn to me
You turn to me and say
That you are coming
And I'm on my way
To exile
If you're on your way
To me

I think it's far too cruel
To make me listen
Each and every time
You say what you think
I do not think of you
The way I used to

It is bizarre
And polluted testimony
But I give you all I have to say:
Shivering and broken
I cower
And wait for the day to end.