Shimmering bright Amalfi coast
A memory of a fading ghost
Hopeful feeling met with great despair
I grit my teeth as I leave it there
Because I'm alive
I don't want you
I don't miss you
Passing visions of Rustenburg
A quiet voice that I must have heard
Little lights shine upon my soul
Incessant need for complete control
I'm alive
I don't want you
I don't miss you