I guess, love is letting go, a battle of hearts
You cannot win until you lose
If you don't share the vibe, then leave me tonight.
I'd rather be alone
To heal from these wounds upon wounds
Of which you have graduated with honors, a general with medals
As in all the rest of the departments of your life
I don't have the energy to try or to fight,
I've lost it before, and I am in the ward.
It's a sick sick world out there
I am but one casualty, invalid
Can't you see what you're dealing with?
The smell of anesthesia fills the air, but we're all still aching in here
Leaving me but the inside of my eyelids
To agree with sound of the promise
Beating underneath the bandages, summoning
The day that I see the sky again
