I don’t know what else to tell you,
It’s not going to be alright again.
I’ve ran out of kind words to say,
To make you feel better in vain.
I wish you could accept the truth,
You’re not the same girl I pretend,
That made the bad things go away,
And found a way to keep me sane.
There is blood on your fingertips,
And I cannot clean them anymore,
The damage done many times over,
I can’t make it disappear magically.
Blasphemy is glossed on your lips,
And I have never been this sure,
Of all my reasons for going sober,
When I gave you up cold turkey.
Your skeltons haunt me every time,
That I hear your tempting voice,
Reminding me exactly why I left,
While begging for another chance.
I have considered one final try,
And I am sticking to this choice,
My life is already full of regret,
Even if I desire one last dance.
You look beautiful, so innocent,
Like you never have been before,
I don’t know how I should react,
Or if I should even care at all.
You never showed such brilliance,
Which makes me entirely unsure,
If you changed for me, or an act,
Hoping that you could see me fall.
I put more hope in you than Christ,
But your punishment feels worse,
Since he never got into my heart,
And made me force him out of it.
Love for you comes at high price,
A price that I will never afford,
But you dear, may have one part,
Of me, that I buried deep inside.