I write him in my sentences,
I write him in my diary.

I print him on pages,
I print him on stories.

I carve him on stones,
I carve him in designs.

I sketch him in my moans,
I sketch him in my mind.

I etch him in tattoo,
I etch him on woods.

I sculpt him in statues,
I sculpt him into the man he stood.

I inscribe him on ripples,
I inscribe him on the swirl of my wine.

I draw him in circles,
I just can’t draw the line.

And with the first showers
Comes the kind of sadness
Which only half loved lovers
Can feel.

My heart was covered by ice
Now it has melted cause of lies
And I realize what's under it
Is way too weak
I had never cried
Now my pillow shines bright
I used to be strong
Now I feel like in these stupid songs
I've got knives in my chest
My throat is all compressed
It's so hard to keep breathing
I guess I just started what's called living

Everytime you open your stupid mouth
I just want to stab you with knives
Each time I see your face I feel sick
Oh how I wish you could end in the Styx
It's not hate it's just pure disgust
You only deserve to bite the dust
Yes you were once important in my life
But that was before I thought twice
Now I'm finally moving on
You're nothing more than an old vision