[Takala]



Never was a problem (to you)

to slam the door

before my very eyes

Never bothered you

to know I'm fading,

this way I'm dying



You are the shorn in my flesh,

the poison in my blood,

tortuse in my soul



I am just asking you

I'm begging you to tell me

what I am to you

If only you could see

inside me,

there alone

with my painW



"Did it ever cross your mind

that it could hurt - the way you say (so sweet)?

Did you ever think that I could get hurt

- the way you treat me (so sweet)?"