| Changes come as seasons go
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| Camouflage will hide no such scar as mine
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| Anger and fear versus emptiness
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| This strange vendetta tears at the heart of my soul
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| You cannot save me
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| Nobody can
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| A firm refusal to die
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| But barely holding on
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| To whatever that is near
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| Obsessions and madness
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| Come as unforeseen saviors
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| So run from me, just run
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| Cause no matter what I may want
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| I am sill going to hurt
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| Do not try to change this
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| I stopped so many years ago
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| I humbly accept and remain
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| Almost begun liking my stay
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| You cannot save me
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| Nobody can
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| And when you have been here
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| For as long as I have been
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| You will slowly turn, becoming part of hell itself
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| You should be full of fear
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| To really have to live by your words
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| In an ever ongoing everyday war
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| Not chosen nor played by any set of rules
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| Your appeasement and naivety
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| Is an insult, it nauseates me
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| One day in my prison
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| Your will to live would perish quickly
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| We are not the same
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| I have become something else
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| So vastly different
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| Oceans and depths
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| Filled with only hurt
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| From here to there
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| No equal do stand by me
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| I, nemesis
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| My hell
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| My heaven
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| Your nightmare
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| My world
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| And when you have been here
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| For as long as I have been
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| You will slowly turn, becoming part of hell itself |