cold and unfeeling.
are your words and all you are.
lost and reeling.
is your fate, youve gone too far.

and all you ever had to say,
all you ever had to do,
was to be sorry of your ways,
to stop being a fool.

but it was always too much to ask.
too much to even think.
and all you do is leave me last.
my destiny written in ink.

So now im left to mourn the loss
to take the pain in sum
to bear the blood for both of us
and live in feelings numb.