The bruises you've
left on my body
are imprinted
on my soul
The pain inside
is consuming
every thing
Fever and Fire
sick with your desire
melee muscles ailing
missing the strength they had
tears and blood
rim my weary eyes
I know that you are sorry
You dread to be alone
but when you welcome me
with anger
fear will always leave you lonely
and it has torn us apart
There's nothing left now
but to gather my things
and let myself
cry
But for you love
a piece of my soul
dies