Love for me disappearing and fading away.
And here I find the coldness in your eyes.
Yet if you ever crave me,
I'm bleeding below your feet.
Stick your knife to my heart,
and carve it into your masterpiece.
And with out a word,
without a struggle,
I'll bleed with passion.
Throw the knife before me
Leave me to parish by my own will
And still.
you will never love me again.
