Sharp memories
Cutting gentle skin
Slicing bitter thoughts.

Lying thing you are,
Disgusting and upsetting
It doesn't matter how long I run from you
It's never too far.

Dying to live, and living to die.
It's like they know what I'm thinking
Wich troubled twists and turns my mind likes to do.
As if there was a spy.

Starring right in purple blue,
Metallic shiver.
And if I could, yes, I would cry you a river.