Now I lost and don't have you any-
more, things are different, bad kind
of changes emerge in my pitiful mind.
He can't refrain himself from you, can he?

I know he'll try and if he does fail, bail
him out of the prison she locked him in.
Throw her grip and your feelings in a bin,
they're useless pieces tied together, forced

but not fitting. I am fearing for the worst
to happen. Cause she is not your holy grail
neither your reason to be pale, there are some
different things going on inside that little boy.

Soon nothing will be left, he will be his own decoy.
This feels so much better than the former emptiness of numb.