What are we going to do?
We aren’t meant for each other but yet we stick together like glue.
I peel off this layer and somehow it comes back later.
People scream at me and tell me we’re no good for each other but you know I’m tougher.
I can take the hits.
That’s when I just wanna disappear into the mist.
Going away hopefully I’ll be missed.
Now all I want is one more kiss.
To tell the tale how we separated.
Yet dead men can’t talk.
Especially if he’s in the Dead Sea.