Find a way to kill the pas t
Reduce you to a photograph
I look at you and see noth
You've taken everything from me
I hope you saved yourself
I'll never be the same again
You found a comfort in the wounds
It's like you taste the blood again
The way you go in for the kill
And now there's nothing left for me
You don't exist outside of me
And now there's nothing left for me
I see a ghost of who you are
Now your memory is a scar
The constant need to kill
Just to keep your focus right
You dilute to black and white
The fading view of who you are
You found a comfort in the wounds
It's like you taste the blood again
The way you go in for the kill
And now there's nothing left for me
You don't exist outside of me
And now there's nothing left for
