To end up alone
In a tomb of your past
This feeling of guilt
Will not be your last
To drown in a sea
Filled with your own hate
To cut yourself down
It's never too late
A feeling of madness
A fading out
And it clings to me
Like the sweat of a fever
Like desire of dreams
Did you get what you want?
Did you take what you need?
Please don't let me forget
The way it feels when you are standing here
When I dream, I dream too much
When I think of you