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useless I can not explain,
exactly what he said,
but something to the fact,
that he'd like to see me dead.
And I can not explain,
why I feel this way,
because he gives me mixed signals,
and I don't know what to say.
Can you tell me the truth,
how you feel about me?
Can you bring yourself to say,
that you want to be free?
Should I stop speaking altogether,
and pretend that I'm gone?
Will it make you feel better,
to hear I was wrong?
But can you tell me what I did,
because I can not feel today,
since tomorrow is an ocean,
that follows me to my grave.
