This time it is for real and for real you will go while I'm crying on the floor screaming no no no.

The first time your the fool but the second times my turn, but the fifth, the sixth, the seventh time and it really starts to burn.

For reasons unexplainable and some would say insane, the smell, the taste, the touch of you is burned inside my brain.

Your like a cut I cannot find, a pain I cannot cure,  but the love we had, burned in my mind seemed something rather pure.

Your a piece of me that much is true my love I'll never find, that piece of me that left with you when you screamed "IM GONE THIS TIME"

Now I hate, with my heart turned black, the thought of you not coming back, I hate myself and all I've done to make you turn your back and run.

Now I'm stuck, with me, Myself...
No prayer...
No love...
No hope...
No help...