the blood it rivers
the blood it writes me down
every second of the day
I will always think of you

you crept inside like a warm decease
you never let me – be
me

every now and then I wonder
where I would be
if I never let myself be torn,
be drawn by you

it’s a ripple effect
the dresses in the wind
keep me dancing
in sin

every time I think of you,
I see a face I never knew
every day I went to bed,
I felt darkness in my self
inside my head,
I was lost and hurt and in
a ton of fucking pain
you played me so well
I was your best won game

thank you for the times
I loved
you
thank you for times
I forgave you
forgave myself
I know the times are ending

because the further you are the further I portray
our memories and my pain that dwells in me

whatever words you said
they will run down the river pain
the blood sheds

(lost in translation)