Like me or not I will stay the same. Blindfold my eyes I will see you anyway.
There’s nothing I can say or do to you.
This will be my last. This will be the truth, of our past.
This will not be an excuse for all we said. There will be no more, be no more.

Charged with your hate I can taste the fear. Your face turns to gray as you tremble before me.
This will be your first. This will be the proof of our thirst.
This will not be excused by all we say. There will be no more.

Please let go. Your time has come. It’s time for you to go.
Leave this place. And maybe for the first time you might feel like you’re alive.

This will be my last. This will be the truth, of our past.
This will not be an excuse for all we said. There will be no more, be no more.

Please let this go.