What if I've never been had
Never been loved..
Would you like that?

With a mess of bruised brains
Will I maintain my frame of consciousness
To sustain some life, to contain this pain
To remain inside insanity invited to my veins

What if we will never meet
Beneath the hallow tree
Determined to believe that love is never to be freed
Buried like seeds, the hope we had succumb to
Wait till it bleeds again, I'm breathing in, ready to exhale but holding it, another hit, another high, it's safe to say that if I die,
It won't be by your side.