The nightmare of the past still lures under my bed
Your face carved in the dark
Maybe I don't want to admit it because it once bled
The dream of you and me burns and marks
I opened my heart and you took it
I held you blindly but carefully
You held mine and you let it split
But the pieces still beat for you endlessly
And it's killing me softly
Because I know I was too weak to let you go
I was hoping - waiting - silently
And the nightmare only grows
I still remember it all
While you exist in someone else's world
Does all of it is true or a pitfall?
Because I hate the way it hunts me knowing you did me wrong