There was once beauty in you but
unfortunately I have lost all faith in it.
You stand at the end of a dream: You
tell me lies; you do not let me wake up.
Emotional pain turns almost physical, I
think, when it stops you from breathing
and you can do no more than lie on the
floor. But I cannot take it back,
I cannot take you back. My broken mind
is dead now; I cannot possibly move
forward anymore. I want only one thing
from you, and that is to see the light leave