***

I've lost the battle, I've given in.
I couldn't but show my hate and passion.
And now You're standing with a grin
Accepting my congratulations.
I'm weak; I can't restrain myself.
I'm weak. I can't complain or struggle.
You show a sure way to hell
And I will follow You, my trouble.
When every word You say is hard
And every painful glance is violent
You tear my bleeding soul apart.
This pain is delicate... but mindless.
So, I have nothing left to say.
Leave-taking is the best salvation.
But You're still standing in my way
Accepting my congratulations...