Your whole world has been torn apart from the start.
Your whole world, your whole world...
You're in my heart and in my head.
A plethora of things that need to be said...
Does it make it alright to wish that you're dead?
I feel it's unsaid.
Feelings unsaid.
No one would care, no one would risk a thing for you, for you.
This I swear, my dear, I fear it's true.
No one cares for you.
I can see and feel it again, it's taking me away.
I don't know what else to say, but I know what I have said.
