this one will be indeed the final one
my friends mentioned the sadness in my eyes
i thought i'd hidden.
but alas they sensed there must be a man
who by i was so deeply bitten.
and i believed i had disguised the agony
the fire's flames i thought i'd covered well enough
turns out while i was getting burnt so violently
they saw the blaze, got burnt but called my bluff.
im writing and my fingers bleed so eagerly
everything i have held locked inside me for so long
finds ways to escape armour i've built, now i see
his touch, his words have sinister, dark tone.
I thank the fate, and God, and my decisions
i thank the bravery i had to see him then
i got last kiss goodbye and watched him leave me
im grateful for the time that we had spent.
this one will be indeed the final one
i will make sure i wont relapse again
and if there is, just like me here, someone
who thinks that it is harmless to pretend
and hope they'll change their mind
their ways, their days
you're in for years of torment, sleepless nights
you aint a princess and there are no knights.