and there she is again
overdwelming,
roaring in my soul

i welcome her
as an old friend
someone once dearly loved

she knows our departions will never be forever
she moves in her place naturally,
as if we've never split

she takes my hand and leads me
to the darkest corners of my soul
she presents herself as light, although we both know

how deceiving
how perfect is your love, my love

it was not you that took me
it was me that gave myself away

i love you, my love
and yet i know you do not know that word

i know the word love is, for you as empty as my soul
is now to me

again you've taken everything
and you despite me for loving you for it

but it's so hard to keep my eyes dry
as you hurry away

and my now empty soul is screaming
for you to come back, and take some more