the floor will turn
into a hole in the ground
When you leave without a sound.
Then I will wish for something real
To fill in for something that I want to feel.
And all the old thoughts will come back.
And will wonder - where are you at?
Wasn't it you,who promised not to leave my side
Until the day you die.
Wasn't it you, who asked me to believe
And promised to never deceive?
Does it remind you of anything?
Or were those just simple words
That were rushing
Through your mouth,
Like the fire in your house
That burnt down
With a cracking sound.
At least then you left, leaving something.
Where are you at now,
Where are you hiding?