You make it damn well near impossible to live,
but you make the thoughts of being dead silent...

It feels easier to breathe when the airs knocked...
when there's nothing left to hold onto...

I feel like its weird how I must explain it,
but there’s really no other way then...

Would you even take notice to my absence,
If it wasnt for the fact that your blood...

I remember how it all started out,
how it felt so simple...

I took all my belongings,
And walked away from the scene...