Feel me slipping through your bleeding fingers,
The palm of your hands being stinged by the thorns of my skin,
Can you feel the pain?
I'm vanishing in front of your eyes and yet you can't say the words...
Tongue-tied by the pain,
eyes swollen by the cloudy tears,
I'm torn apart by all the desire, pain, regret, restless nights, pleasure,
disdain, desperation and sorrow,
And yet you see me whole...
Are you that blind? Or am I naive enough to believe you wouldn't perceive it?
Your hands may be bleeding but it's my heart which is drained,
And this shade of pale on my face is just the astonishement of still being surprised
By your untruthful tongue.