I know you told me not to ask where you have been.
I know you told me not to try to understand the way you live your life at night.
But don't you see you make me cry.
So now I have left you. I know it broke your heart.
But I prefer to be alone.
I hope you feel the pain I've always felt with you.
I know I'll make it on my own.
I touch your skin.
I smell sin.
Your eyes are lying.
My love for you is dying.
It has died.