People have all kind of feelings.
- doesn't mean we are supposed to act on them.

What have you been doing lately?
- Hanging around in places where I shouldn't been,
sleeping in sheets that where alien to me,
filling my veins with toxic waste.
To make it short: I was in love.

Just how deep can I hurt you,
till you won't be able to forgive me anymore,
even if you'd wanted to? I'm afraid of that point.
And I'm afraid that I wan't to know it, subconciously.
Save me each day, and each night save me from myself.

Teach me the lie that once was tought to you.
Infect me with the poison that still runs to your veins.
And all that I was fighting for has left me.
You came to set me free, and I was willing to follow.
One step I could not, you did me a favor in stopping,
and I ran off myself. Will you be proud of me,
having learned to run on my own, or does it still
hurt, that I've figured out alone?

Oh - before I forget:
stop walking around in my head.
I can't stand the view in there,
and I'm ashamed of you knowing what
it looks like.

And when we don't have words anymore,
to speak each others hearts.
Please remember to take the time,
and look at me in detail.
When you've finally lost
yourself in doing so,
and I can't back out from the maze of your view,
The answer was spoken, and we are free.

Leave me here, please.
Leave me here, in the shelter of my mind,
in the dark. My time to die,
and I'm dying another death,
till one day I'll wake up
pure and free.

Sometimes, I only wish I was sorry.
I've been falling out of love
again and again, and I'm not sure
if it'll help to say that I've
really loved you, 'couse then,
how could I've stopped?
My feelings felt honest and right,
and if you're willing to believe me,
this is where I don't feel like a liar after all.

Is this the ground on which friendship can be imposed?