If the last time you saw me
Had been this morning
Would you have gone about it differently?
Would you have changed anything?

Well I'm still here, waiting.
For you to say something.

I despise your way.
Cold. Everyday the same day.
Never anything to say.
Like you'd be untouched if it all fell away.

Are you  ever really alive?
do you prefer to be insipid all the time
Like you cannot let me be your delight
or allow yourself to sink into what's mine...

Like showing feeling is a punishable crime

But i must be out of line
Because you cannot be satisfied
You are pure stone winter inside
How many times have you died?

I despise your way.
How it leads me astray.