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Constant divisions of sincerity

I counted my blessings while being in your arms

But now that is not so

Now that we've started to combat one another

I wonder if our flame still burns

My heart grows cold without that candle

It withers away with the wind fataly blowing

In feral anger I lose myself

Why wont this end?

We make each other suffer



You dont want the distance

And neither do I

I dont want the fighting

But we do, and all I can give you is a cry

Both ends of the stick seems to have their faults

But mine seems to shine ever so elegantly

A poor defense for our fear

But a strong attack for our anger

Is not the way it should be

My negatives seem to be the vision of me that you see

And while my purest tries to break free

It is subsided by the evil that lurks around me



I'm breaking free

In the time of leaving my former self behind

I'm still accused of being with it

Chained by your words of disbelief

Bound infinitely to this wall

Sometimes I feel as if there is no way to escape

And I feel, even if we become juxtaposed again

That uncertain feeling will linger within your head



So I sit here in regression

I sometimes wonder if your heart is still true to mine

Don't waste my time

My path has been darkened now

I'm walking blindly along this river

Only to fall in when the time comes

I will drown in my sufferings

From that of which I deserve