There is a story scratched into the walls of my throat.
No one has heard it - but it is there.
I still hear your voice saying "I'm sorry".
But you were so f*cking afraid.
Love is overrated.
I'm nothing more than the peace of it.
Love is so creative.
I'm asking you to leave me here...
To leave me here.
I won't come back again,
I'm running to the edge of the world.
But believe me I know my fate -
You're not part of it anymore.