The feelings I had can't stop me now.
Every word you ever said can't show me how.
Can you believe in trust or trust in belief?
Even the dullest knife can cause me to bleed.
Terror strikes my chest, such an emptying blow.
Terror strikes my chest, such an emptying blow.
Never ending pits, of the darkest of holes.
I'll claw them out, with my bare shaking hands.
Put the dirt in a pile and build new lands.
Give me a seed and I'll plant right on you.
And make sure that it grows to the top of the moon.
Now I can't see you, can't feel all this pain.
Except the constant reminder of leaving in vain.