I would never forget,
The day we celebrated today last year.
And how obvious that your love was poisonous
I could see it in the hatred inside your friends
The coldness in your apartment and on the paleness of your stare.
That night I was withdrawn in your aspirations.
Aspirations, that I often felt never grant you
And when she slammed you on midnight, just ten minutes before she left the building,
She did come to the room and woke me up;
Where I meant to hide from all your rage
She whispered in my ear:
"He cannot love one - his soul is a bleeding one"
So therefore I would never forget that day
And how intense seeing you crawling beneath your pretentious smile
If only you could see it as well - you had already passed out
Were you bleeding behind curtains maybe?
Didn't you know I bled the same?
